The Girls Lunch
There was a wee young girl,Who was all but in her three's,
Each time before she took a bite,
She'd analyze her cheese,
Her eye's would look it up and down,
She'd sniff it through her nose,
And when she went to take a bite,
It crumbled on her clothes.
Her chair and dress got messy,
A scowl grew on her face,
She ran into the kitchen,
And found her hiding place.
A scream from under the counter,
Will you Mommy please,
Go to the refrigerator,
And get me some more cheese!
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