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Poor Sammy snake began to fret While eating a tasty Mousinet, His right fang moved a little bit. He felt it wiggle, then it quit. Each day it moved a little more, Becoming looser than before. "I'll leave it alone," Sam would say, But he couldn't keep his tongue away. This little snake was filled with fear As the time to lose that fang grew near. His parents told him not to worry. But Sammy was not in a hurry. But still he pushed it to and fro, As in his mind he said, Oh, No!" His friends would always start a gigglin' Each time they saw his fang a wigglin'. |
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