With sidewalk chalk, I drew a sun
Which Henry had requested
To match the clouds and moon and stars
I'd already invested.
But, "Make a sad sun" was his wish
To balance out one smiling
And so I drew a bright blue frown,
The height of Nana-styling.
He gazed at it before he said,
"This sun does not look right.
He isn't sad - he's grumpy!"
To my absolute delight.
My artistic skills aside, you would
Need eyes just like a hawk
To distinguish sad from grumpy
On the driveway, drawn in chalk.
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