Little Mary Miller
One sunny day little Mary Miller
Picked up a mottled green caterpillar,
Which became a monster moth.
One fine morn her dad grew wroth:
Her moth laid eggs in his denture filler.
5/2/2023
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2023
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