Hip Hip Horray

all the boys are singing

all the girls are dancing

i am missing my grandmother very much

i cant wait to see her

cause shes my favourite

she has the same name as mine

now lets spell her name M-E-E-N-A-K-S-H-I

NOW LET SING IT AGAIN

HIP HORRAY HIPHIPHORRAY.

(A poem written by my nine year old grand daughter. It is her maiden poem. Comments are welcome.The little girl would feel happy to read them.)