Once i saw a pretty polka dot
which was prancing in the parking lot.
'what troubles you? ' said I, sitting trot
it cried 'I can't find my canister shot'
I took pity and said come with me,
let us look in the cranberry tree,
you have to pay me the legal fee,
if we get bitten by the killer bee.
'Oh thank you' said the dot happily,
'help me and we will find it easily'.
Thus began the search rather noisily,
for the canister hidden saucily.
We looked and looked without luck
in the pond, under the fire truck,
under the snail and dabbling ducks
polka dot's dotty dots did get stuck.
we finally found the canister shot
hidden among the dot's yellow spot
the polka dot cried scot and lot
we sang, danced and drank egghot.
'Why would a dot need a canister shot? 'i pry
When the dot confided it was a Northern spy
on a secret mission called the dragon's eye
I a robber fly fled without saying goodbye
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