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The old man nodded, "So do I."

Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter

Said the old man, "I do that too."

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

With his seat in the meat

"A genuine anteater,"

He likes it cause its cold in there.

In our Frigidaire--

Soakin in the rain.

Turned out, it was an aunt eater,

Hes nibbling the noodles,

Of the Witch of the West

She thinks a baby-sitters supposed

Hes slurping the soda,

Or a fold in the red

It might be the one little bite

Of a tear that runs down an angels face.

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

It might be a small tuft of hair

And his big hairy paws

It might be a shadowy trace

Hes munching the rice,

It might be a bit of the cloak

Said the little boy, "I often cry."

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

And it gives me a scare

And he lets out a roar

One picture puzzle piece

To sit upon the baby.

If you open the door.

It might be a magical bean,

In our Fridgitydaire.

In the buttery dish,

The pet man told me dad.

Of the apple her stepmother

On the big bouncy belly

Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Of Bobo the Bear.

It might be the veil of a bride

Hes licking the ice.

To know hes in there--

And his face in the fish

Gave to Snow White.

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

Theres a Polar Bear

Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.

Who lived in a shoe.

On the coat of the woman

I think shes a little bit crazy.

Nothing has more possibilities

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

Velvet robe of a queen.

It might be a button of blue

That Polary Bear

As she melted to smoke.

"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems

One picture puzzle piece

Grown-ups dont pay attention to me."

And now my uncles mad!

Lyin on the sidewalk,

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