Today we’re going to take a ride, on our bikes to the countryside;
Out to visit letter ‘B’, in all the places he will ‘B’.
First we’ll visit Farmer Bill, where he sits upon the hill,
Busy tending buzzing bees, in their hives beneath the trees.
Then we’ll ‘b’ bop down the road, bumping past the burping toad,
Who sits beside the big blue bay, no beetle bugs dare look his way.
Then back to the farm where Betty bakes, Boston cream-filled birthday cakes,
For all the kids who come to see, her blazing blooming bubblegum tree.
When the day is done we’ll take a bath, with billions of bubbles (I did the math)
Lots and lots of Mr. Bubble, he gets dirt in lots of trouble.
Our commercials done so it’s off to bed,
where bouncing ‘B’s ‘dance in our head.
‘B’s that want their voices heard
so they can sit in front of words;
Not inside them or at the end,
where they might not be noticed then.
It’s so much work to be a ‘B’.
Is it more fun to be a ‘V’?
So that’s what I think, what about you?
And should we mind our ‘P’s’ and ‘Q’s’?
And all the other letters here,
Who boogie by us through the year?
But as for now we better be,
Thinking more of letter ‘B’!
Our next trip here we’ll take a bus, so there can be lots more of us,
Who ‘b’ bop down to Farmer Bill’s, the busy farmer on the hill.
