I see Mt Adams, though I’m not very tall.

I laugh at the monk on the fountain who watches us play.

The museum bellies we rub — not just on school days.

The park in the summer is full of adventure,

The butterflies, soccer, movies, playhouse and pool.

But sledding in winter, now that’s always cool.

Mom and Dad spending time with our neighbors is fine.

But what’s up with so many aunts and uncles of mine?

Come visit, come see us, come live here, come play

And I think you’ll say,

Mt Adams is special. It is for me anyway.”

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