Alice In Blunderland
Poor Alice,
Not too bright,
Hardly ever...
gets it right
She tries her
best,
You can rest
assured,
But stupidty is
hard to cure
One day she
saw a hare,
Dive into a hole,
She wasn't sure,
rabbit or mole
But then she remembered,
moles are blemishes
on one's skin,
This she knows,
Cause one of her kin,
Has a face like a
mountain range,
Many think she
looks real strange...
So Alice tried
to follow the hare,
Stuck her head in,
right then and there,
And stuck it was,
And still stuck it be,
She looks like
an osterich,
A weird sight to see!
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