Lucy Sue and the Hula Hoop

Lucy Sue and the Hula Hoop By Megan Linke When Lucy Sue was bored one day, and didn’t have a game to play, Her mama handed her a loop: A dirty, plastic hula hoop. She picked it up. She gave a yawn. And then she set out for the lawn. But one small whirl of that blue loop, and she was hooked on the hula hoop. She spun and twirled it ’round her neck, In the yard and on the deck, Then ’round her waist and on the stoop, She flipped and dipped her hula hoop. She didn’t stop. She didn’t fade. Even when her mama made Her favorite spicy chicken soup, She didn’t drop that hula hoop. The stars came out. The moon shone bright. The streetlamps all began to light. And that’s when Lu began to droop, and finally dropped her hula hoop. ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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