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Mrs. Bennett

Last updated Nov 03, 2011 6:32pm0

A dear lady of talent, surely an angel of God

Was sweet Mrs. Bennett, the wife of T. Claud

Her home built of gray rock, a house so unique

There was no other quite like it, in Wilson Creek

I'll share with you now, warm memories she's made

When I was but a small boy, just in the first grade

She journeys to school, it's early in the fall

With steps light and quick, she walks down the hall

Our class is all seated, there's hush at our table

It's after lunch Friday, and she'll tell us a fable

Maybe the Three Little Pigs, that ol' wolf was so mean

Or Jack and the Beanstalk, with his magic red bean

Cinderella went to the ball, such a pretty young lass

And she danced with the prince, in her slippers of glass

I liked Hansel and Gretel, yes, the Gingerbread Man

And the Tortoise beating the Hare, in the race they ran

Those Seven li'l Dwarfs, they sure loved Snow White

The witch poisoned an apple, and she took a bite

Uncle Remus and Br'er Rabbit, even that ol' Br'er Fox

Or Rumpelstiltskin, along with young Goldilocks

Or that puppet, Pinocchio, Geppetto carved out of wood

And Bambi, the fawn, or maybe Little Red Riding Hood

The Night Before Christmas made my imagination run wild

She filled my mind with visions, back when I was a child

And she could fill the church air, with a most beautiful ring

As we whistled the hymn, while the congregation would sing

She's still telling stories, just like she always did

And the angels listen intently, wide-eyed like a kid

'Cause she's now in heaven, wearing a crown of pure gold

Thank you Mrs. Bennett, for all the stories you've told

Arley M. Bischoff

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