First fine fit
flimmering flit
fairy, Harry
hail, not tarry
stop and wop
sing a string
over the rainbow
fling fling fling
where in the world
will Willy Nilly go
with a hop and a drop
and a red nose toe
up and down and
all the ground
will be a wee
bit sound bound
the hare whose hair
is floating on air
will grin and bear
willy nilly hare
goes a long way
to hear the thunder wonder
and flings his ears
for years and years
away with the tears
dropping from his eyes
he dries them and
so do I.
(Crazy poem a la Seuss)
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