Ruth Henry Poems

A baby owl, whose name was Blanche,
Perched bravely on a narrow branch,
And wondered whether she could try,
To jump off and attempt to fly.
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My sister is a nuisance,
She's always in my way,
She's addicted to scooby doo,
She watches it every day.
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Wherever she looks round the place,
Dear Neena sees a creepy face!
It cackles at her every night,
Not just then. Even in daylight!
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