For the past few days, I have been visiting with my grandchild, Peyton, rocking, kissing his smiling, sweet face, playing patty-cake and singing "You Are My Sunshine" and "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." I'm home now, counting the days for my next visit.
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again
You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Peace And All Good,
Little Scribe
