Potter's Delight
Imagine my dismay one day
When from the hay in which I lay
I saw a pot right on the dot of nine,
And it was mine.
And in that pot right on the dot,
I saw a lot of ink to blot.
But that's not all, there was a doll of mine.
And it was nine.
But that's not all, There was a tall,
A tall and taller waterfall.
I took that pot annd bought a lot of twine.
And it was mine.
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