Mr. Prickles Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Mr. Prickles



Old Prickles he lives in the midst of a wood,
Where slugs, snails, and beetles abound for his food,
Himself and his wife, and their children all four,
In a snug little dwelling with ground for the vloor -
Ground for the vloor - ground for the vloor -
In a snug little nest that's got ground for the vloor!

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