How I dread to see your pliable form
On my back, jiggle and crawl
Tickle me to wobble and howl
Leaving me itchy and scratchy as you squirm
The Naughty Boy
A naughty boy lived beside a sloping rock
Once he ran up the shelf so steep
A chip of the rock gave way
The boy lost his sway
Ouch! Landed on his cushioned bum in a creek

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