Where Is the Grim Leaper
Where is the grim leaper? The little boy asked me.
I was surprised about this question from my nephew, Lee.
You mean the grim reaper? I queried him.
No, I mean the grim leaper. His name is Jim.
Let’s follow the corn, I suggested to Lee.
I think I know where the grim Leaper might be.
The Grim Reaper gave a shout and grabbed me right away.
I struggled to get lose but was whisked off by the reaper that day.
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