The Little Girl was the Canvas
Where is the canvas? The little girl said.
Her father was a cut-up type artist, went by Odd Ned.
I will use your face and your hair I think.
She was relieved that her Daddy used a bit of pink.
You have the coolest daddy! The kids all said.
She loved his creation so much, she did not want to go to bed.
I am afraid when I wake up it will all go away, she told her Mom.
Go wash it away, he can make another one, said her Uncle Tom.
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