My little cousin, Kira, learned this poem years ago when she was in preschool:
I looked out the window, and what did I see,
Popcorn popping on the apricot tree.
Spring has brought me such a nice surprise,
Blossoms popping right before my eyes.
I can take an armful and make a treat,
A popcorn ball that would smell so sweet.
It wasn't really so, but it seemed to be,
Popcorn popping on the apricot tree.
I loved watching her little 3 year old self singing this song - - and now my tree is popping!!!!
