A centipede was happy quite,
Until a frog in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg comes after which?"
This raised her mind to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in the ditch
Considering how to run.
Love this poem. I think its cute although I detest bugs.
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You deep thinker, you! Very cool!
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