thats me thats me
He was waiting for a promised letter from his Auntie Bea.
He bundled up and ran to the mailbox to check and see.
She always included something special for her favorite nephew.
As he ran toward his destination, his excitement grew.
That’s me! That’s me! His brother said, but it was him instead.
He admired the confidence of baby bro, Little Munchkin Ed.
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