The Little Man
There was a boy who was only six
He loves school
And loves to hit
He loves to fool
Then one day he went outside
To play with his friends
They loved to hide
Til the day would end
Then one day he was talking to this girl
So sweet as can be
He loved her curls
Then asked would you marry me
She said no
Then he cried
She started to go
He asked why
She said im am six
Not five
Go play with sticks
Nice try
From then on her name was stinky curls
His friends asked why
He said she was the only girl
Then cried
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