Daddy Dane Had His Eye on Bree
It cannot be blah, simple or plain
And it must hold books said Daddy Dane
It must be outstanding, like a tree
Something to catch the eye of Bree
Bree was a woman who loved a good book
She was a glorious baker, and sometimes a cook
Daddy Dane had his eye on her for sure
The book nook he built was pretty and pure.
Bree spent many an hour reading in there
Daddy Dane watched her twist her pretty hair
Did he ever make a move? Someone asked me.
No, He was terrified he might be rebuffed by Bree.
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