Wee Winnie Wiggler
It was much too cold underground
so Winnie wriggled her way to the top
where she found it much too hot!
She turned and wiggled back down.
“There’s no place like home!”, she said.
“I like the feel of my cool skin!”
then she winked at me with a grin,
“I think I’ll read a book instead.”
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