Woodrow’s shadow Is attached to his feet Imitating Woodrow In the hot, hot heat But when the sun goes down And the heat burns out Woodrow’s shadow escapes And frolics about. He skips his own skip And walks his own way Things he can’t do with Woodrow During the hot, hot day. He eats what …
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Sailing To Australia
The Drawer Of M. M. Socks 