What lovely weather to walk,
if only he wasn't a dork.
Yet this day in May
it started to rain,
and then we were forced to talk!
Let them eat cake, the Queen said,
I can't be bothered to get out of bed.
But no bread they had,
and things got real bad,
till they shouted: Off with her head!
The poor baker's wife was real prim,
her face looked quite hideous and grim.
The daughter they had
looked almost as sad,
except for her nose and her chin.
And a sad one:
The boy who walked in the snow
coldly shuddered as the wind did blow.
For frost he can't see
so close by the tree
his house so warmly did glow.



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