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it was an “itsy” “bitsy” spider

 

 

the water was cold and frightful

it was much more than a trickle

 

one baby tarantula sweet big legged fuzz

just waiting for its turn to march around

with its steep angular shadows and its ability

to cause giants to faint

 

 

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there was a light

from a candle and one

sang ‘bout lettin’ it shine,

and the other sang about the wind

 

 

 

 

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kayak      canoe

alligator       crocodile

 

lets hope when you

row row row your boat

 

 

it is not an oil tanker

 

 

lets hope life is less than a nightmare

 

 

 

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