The glittering white
Makes quite a sight
When sitting on the floor
The great black mark
In such an arc
Encouraging to do more
The soft brown
Go up and down
Around across and more
From lighting bloom
Across the room
And over bedroom door
From soft pale blues
To bolder hues
Spread over toys and cloth
Mommy quips
Hands on hip
‘Thank goodness wax crayon washes off!’
