Molly
Molly was a ghastly child, with spiders, slugs and snails, her room was always messy, with
jam sandwich breadcrumb trails,
Her hair was always knotty, and her dress was never clean, she was quite the little
horror, with her super sonic screams,
Yet Molly had a smile that could melt the hardest heart, at least until her temper came
and tantrums then would start,
In every little girl there's a Molly somewhere hiding, and behind her back with angelic
grin, a slimy snail is sliding.
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