continually scratching at your hair
but to be honest you don't care
as i call out your name Claire
staggering along too the local fair
lights of the fair brilliant white
winning prizes with utmost delight
went on ghost train, gave us a fright
came back home we had a pillow fight
walking home from Clair's house
turned around followed by a mouse
he was followed by a big grouse
scratching head, discovered head louse
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