Here's a poem for my little niece who turns one today and is not named Pippa although perhaps she should have been.
Pippa's Song
Robert Browning
The year's at the spring,
And the day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in His Heaven --
All's right with the world!
Aw - if she were Pippa, she'd have a Robert Browning song!!
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