THE LITTLE MARSHMALLOW
The little marshmallow
Was happy and bright
Until he learns
His faith for the night
He found out that
He was to be scorched and burn
A stick through his body
And constantly turn
So, he ran away and
Took others too
He was so scared
He didn’t know what to do
A stick through his body
What a horrible sight
To be burn on fire
For the rest of the night
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2024
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