Jill Lost A Friend
Jill had a friend called Marc,
they played together in the park.
Once they had a contest of flying kite,
prize was for reaching great height.
Marc was an expert in this game,
any crazy kite he could proudly tame.
Jill had never seen her kite fly high,
but wanted to give it a good try.
Marc’s kite got caught in a tree,
Jill’s one flew high in the wind free.
She was happy to win, get the prize,
but lost a friend, his pride cut to size.
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