Once there was a boy named Andre who wondered what he might be when he grew up.
His dad was an accountant. He asked Andre, “Do you like working with numbers?” But he did not.
His mom was an interior designer. She asked, “Andre, would you like designing interior spaces for homes and offices?” But he did not.
He often spent time with his grandma and helped her in the kitchen, and he asked her what he might be.
His kind and gentle grandma said, “Andre, you’ll be what you are meant to be. Now, hand me that towel and let’s finish up this fresh pasta.”

Swindling Steve—he makes my blood boil!
He’s like a rattlesnake in the
desert, wrapped in a coil.
Ready to strike and cause pain with his words.
Oohhh! That guy gets on my nerves.
His words are poison, and they’re meant to hurt.
I want to rub his face in a pile of dirt.
Better yet, manure. Let him have a taste.
Just smother it all over his smug, little face.
My parents tell me I shouldn’t think that way.
But they don’t have to deal with
him every single day.

Has anyone ever told you how great you are?
How you shine so bright like the brightest star?
You’re so unique, there are none like you.
So, with all this greatness, what will you do?
As for me, I let my imagination soar.
Every day is an adventure, a new world to explore!
One day I’m an astronaut, deep in outer space,
Searching for new worlds to discover a new place.

We all know dads are tough, but when I started to read
About different types of moms, well, I just couldn’t believe!
It’s funny how male lions are King of the Beasts,
Yet the female lions are the ones who hunt for the feasts.
Take a black widow and how it can be,
The female with the red dot is the most poisonous, you see.

Once upon a time, a little frog left his pond to visit his grandmother in the big pond beyond the hills. The little frog was happy and excited for this big adventure as he hopped away.
Soon, he ran into a mouse. “Hi, I’m a frog,” he said proudly.
“I’m a mouse,” said the mouse.
“What can you do?” said the frog. “I can hop and make this great sound: RrrrBbbbTttt!”
“Gee, I can’t do that,” said the mouse.