Little Spotty Poem by Cheryl Cheng
Little Spotty
There once was a little boy.
Who was a stuck-up snoot.
A child would cry over a toy,
And he wouldn't give a hoot.
As for the children's snacks,
He'd grab them right and left.
And eat them behind their backs.
Why, that's just outright theft!
This little boy has a name:
His name is little Spotty.
Parents all think the same
And they think he's very naughty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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