Afternoon.
Can any of you remember this poem - it was in the book 'Worms Wiggle, Bugs Jiggle' and from a Readers Digest set. It starts:
I like a wood.
Wherever you go in it, there's always something you didn't know in it.
It then talks about shiny backed beetles that scuttle and run in it and moss covered sticks and wandering pathways to follow where you like in it. It talks about moss and the smell and toadstools.....
I have the book but can't find it and I NEED to remember this lovely poem!
Thank you!