A mousie sat upon a shelf,Catching fleas in his coat of fur.But he couldn't catch her- what chagrin!-She'd hidden 'way inside his skin.He turned and wriggled, knew no rest,That flea was such a nasty pest!His daddy cameAnd searched his coat.He caught the flea and off he ranTo cook her in the frying p...
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- Mon Mar 21, 2016 7:00 pm
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