Golden Moustache
The wind blows, nobody really knows
Why the Lorax hated such a simple ax
The fish wish they surf with a dish
And the birds left without two words
(Written by my 9-year-old son, edited by me.)
Copyright © ... Gigno | Year Posted 2013
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