Miss Freckles
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A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.
Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they ate
Included what had been of late
A widgeon’s wing.
‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.
Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they ate
Included what had been of late
A widgeon’s wing.
‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.