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Sammy Snake coiled in his room Surrounded by a cloud of doom. The poor guy gave a frantic hiss And cried, "Oh, Mom, I can't do this! "I can't decide upon the words, This writing sure is 'for the birds.'" "Sammy," his mother quickly said, "You can't think clearly in your head." "You argue there and soon you find You never can make up your mind. You'll wear a smile and not that frown If you take your thoughts and write them down. And once you have them written out, Then you can change your thoughts about. Adjust them each and every way Until it says what you want to say." So Sammy tried and sure enough, He found that writing's not so tough. He started with words, just a few, But they made sense when he got through. So Sammy's poem soon was done, He read it to the class for fun. His classmates hissed, then gave this cheer, "Our Sam will be the next Snakespeare!" So Sammy says, "Without a doubt The hardest part is starting out. So jump right in. Just think, then write. To think is cool, to write is might!" —Grandpa Tucker |