hanging on my belt fringe.
My mother has a tin can
filled with stones.
She rattles it
to tell the sheep
to hurry.
But I have little bells
tied to my belt fringe.
When I run
the little bells laugh
hanging on my belt fringe.
My mother has a tin can
filled with stones.
She rattles it
to tell the sheep
to hurry.
But I have little bells
tied to my belt fringe.
When I run
the little bells laugh