Strange men
prowl under the sprawling trees
Like big cats
stalking the prey
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Oh! children don't bite your nail
Many an illness it can entail
Eggs of belly worms
And all deadly germs
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Clothes frayed pupils wear
Cast-offs a privilege
Safety pins as hooks
Prickly cactus thorns too
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Children are our treasures of joy
As much as for children their toys
Do find time to play
With them and be gay
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Jerry was making fish curry
But he was in a real hurry
Curry became fry
And that made him cry
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There once was a politician
Who said woods won't make any rain
And made policies
To cut down the trees
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Greedy ants got into a sugar pot
'So sweet, let's have it all what we sought'
So said pot they cleared
And hurrah! they cheered
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A celestial show
Of fire flies; angels of night
Symphony of light
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Pig of the sty
Said to the cow in the barn
You always lie
On your big tummy
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