MARY MARY
(No, not that one!)
With a can of magic water,
A little girl called Mary,
Accidentally sprayed her dog
(She always was contrary)
She said it wasn’t her fault,
Because she hadn’t spied him.
But, because the water was magic,
He grew so big she could ride him.
She bought some reins and a saddle
And, feeling rather bold,
She took him over to Paris
And won an Olympic gold.
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