All blame for the poem below goes to Tiny Voices of Love and Fear
Which is the CD by Shadowbug4 that I was listening to when the words came to me...
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Maya had a little rat. We think his name was Bob. Her rat was kind of slimy too, A somewhat headless blob. But Maya really liked her rat. Her rat was lots of fun. But given that he had no head, Her rat would never run. Though her rat would fly and jump, And he would flop about, Her rat would never leave her side, And make her cry and pout. Yes, Maya really loved that rat, A wolf toy, loads of fun. But such toys never last too long, Poor Bob has come undone. |
