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Not Now if You Please!

That Rabbit my, pencil he has stole
Why He did it no one knows!
I have jumped down that Rabbit's hole
Just to see how far He goes!

As you may have guessed
I cannot help you, not just now!
Private time for me is blessed
Please go away, but don't have a cow!

So if you would not mind
Please come to see me later!
And, if you would be so kind
Bring with you a lovely sweet po-tater

Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

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