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Mommy, Uncle Turned Out Okay
Mommy, Uncle Turned Out Okay Mommy, uncle took me to the zoo today We tried holding hands but I ran away My little legs ran around the elephants Turning a deaf ear to uncle's yells and rants Did you know his face's funny when he yells All afternoon he kept ringing my bell Ding dong, ding dong, come back here Guess what, mommy, I hid and disappeared My little legs found a bush by the lions And I could see uncle searching and crying Big buckets of water rained from his face Mommy, uncle's eyes bulged as he gave chase Mommy it was so funny to see uncle, red That passerby's looked me on with dread Then two wardens appeared out of nowhere Taking me away from uncle's blank stare I raised three fingers when asked my age Then I pointed to my uncle drenched in rage They kept a straight face and wanted to laugh I then ran over to uncle like a young baby giraffe Uncle, my cousin's been a bad influence on me My eyes pointing to the monkeys in the tree A rare chuckle slipped through my uncle's lip A first of many on the remainder of our trip connie pachecho 7/19/17
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