When Little Guy
Embraces balk
He's in a funk
I must take stock
I use a trick
To switch mind gears
I get my way
Without his tears
I will race you
To barber's chair
It's time to cut
Your shaggy hair
I will race you
To filling tub
Play with your ships
With soapy scrub
I will race you
Outside to car
Time for a trip
Will travel far
I will race you
To your warm bed
When time has come
To rest your head
I will race you
A silly pace
I always lose
With happy face
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Lyrical Porch
PoetryTake a vacation on the Lyrical Porch. Come sit on my porch, when you're feeling scorched. Come and be my guest, take a little rest....
