But Her Roof Is Red
Ms. Shennanigan has a blue roof! The housing commission said.
They could not believe it, the other mushroom house roofs were red.
We always paint them red, no questions asked said a huffy one.
I think we should allow her to keep the blue, it is kind of fun.
The discussion went on for sixteen days and one night.
Up and down the table they argued, until it was daylight.
Let’s let her keep it eight of the twelve judges finally said.
Mrs. Shennanigans was now allowed to keep her roof red.
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