Wrote a wild tale
About a western wildebeast
And his friend, the whale.
They snuck into the garden
One Sunday afternoon
And climbed atop the cherry trre
So they could see the moon.
The view was so much better
Than when they were on the ground.
The moon, it glowed and shone and sung
All glittery and round.
But then the moon began to shrink
As far as they could see.
They looked so hard to find it
That they fell out of the tree!
But then the moon began to shrink
As far as they could see.
They looked so hard to find it
That they fell out of the tree!
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