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BOBBY'S FIRST POEM
ITT rely is ridikkelushow uncle charly tikkels us
at eester and at mikkelmus
Upon the nursry flor
and rubbs our chins and bites our ears
like firty fousand poler bares
and rors like lyons down the stares
and wont play enny mor
| A merry-go-round of song | |