The witch's sight improved at nite
The woods grew tall, tall trees.
A cage of monkeys
A bowl of fish,
Buy me a loaf of bread,
A man fell thru the door,
Squirrles live high, high up.
A bag of peanuts,
A box of crumbs,
When you're at the store.
She gave a sharp look at the man,
Squirrles run down the trunk,
A clown in the air
A tank in a room,
two jars of peanut butter, too.
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ron parrish