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

Hes licking the ice.

That Polary Bear

Of the Witch of the West

Gave to Snow White.

It might be a button of blue

And his face in the fish

Theres a Polar Bear

In our Fridgitydaire.

And now my uncles mad!

To sit upon the baby.

One picture puzzle piece

And it gives me a scare

In our Frigidaire--

Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.

Hes nibbling the noodles,

The pet man told me dad.

And his big hairy paws

Velvet robe of a queen.

He likes it cause its cold in there.

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

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

On the coat of the woman

Who lived in a shoe.

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

Hes slurping the soda,

To know hes in there--

On the big bouncy belly

Turned out, it was an aunt eater,

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

It might be a small tuft of hair

It might be the veil of a bride

Grown-ups dont pay attention to me."

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

She thinks a baby-sitters supposed

If you open the door.

With his seat in the meat

Of Bobo the Bear.

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

As she melted to smoke.

Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

It might be the one little bite

It might be a shadowy trace

Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter

"A genuine anteater,"

Of the apple her stepmother

Of a tear that runs down an angels face.

Hes munching the rice,

Nothing has more possibilities

Soakin in the rain.

I think shes a little bit crazy.

Said the little boy, "I often cry."

Or a fold in the red

And he lets out a roar

One picture puzzle piece

Lyin on the sidewalk,

The old man nodded, "So do I."

It might be a magical bean,

It might be a bit of the cloak

In the buttery dish,

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