Oh great!
Here comes that damn kid again!
With her stinky little feet
And big butt!

Why does she always have to sit on me? !
Go find a chair!
And those slimy fish...
What's with that?
Bash them good against my side
To make sure they're really dead
Before she takes 'em off the hook? !

And what's with all the paint and chalk? ?
If I had wanted to wear make up,
I'd have been a flower!

Grumble, grumble...
Grumble...

Dee Daffodil

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