Soakin in the rain.

Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter

And now my uncles mad!

Of the apple her stepmother

In our Fridgitydaire.

I think shes a little bit crazy.

With his seat in the meat

Hes licking the ice.

It might be the one little bite

As she melted to smoke.

To sit upon the baby.

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Hes munching the rice,

Of a tear that runs down an angels face.

Hes slurping the soda,

Who lived in a shoe.

Said the little boy, "I often cry."

In the buttery dish,

If you open the door.

In our Frigidaire--

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The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."

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Theres a Polar Bear

Velvet robe of a queen.

Of Bobo the Bear.

Gave to Snow White.

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It might be a magical bean,

"A genuine anteater,"

"I do that too," laughed the little old man.

And he lets out a roar

Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Turned out, it was an aunt eater,

And his face in the fish

Lyin on the sidewalk,

He likes it cause its cold i九*九*藏*书*网n there.

On the coat of the woman

It might be a bit of the cloak

One picture puzzle piece

Of the Witch of the West

The pet man told me dad.

And it gives me a scare

That Polary Bear

And his big hairy paws

It might be a button of blue

One picture puzzle piece

Or a bottle with some evil genie in九九藏书side.

To know hes in there--

Or a fold in the red

Hes nibbling the noodles,

Grown-ups dont pay attention to me."

On the big bouncy belly

It might be a shadowy trace

The old man nodded, "So do I."

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

It might be the veil of a bride