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The Real Humpty Dumpty


We all were told that Humpty Dumpty was an egg. But how do we know that?

Who came along with that idea? Was it your mom or Princess Mia?

How high was the wall that made him fall? It could have been ten stories tall.

Perhaps Humpy Dumpty was instead a young boy. His friends dared him out of their joy.

Once he sat on the wall he proved his friends, but that was the end as said. He slipped and fell right on his head.

The poor boy died, what a sight. He gave everyong a fright.

This would not have happened if he said no to the dare. Do you think that this is fare?

 

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