Polly, na sala, recita um poema à CABEÇA:
(Such a lovely ode)
I’m waiting oh Head
To kiss you right on the top.
My mother says that will bring me fortune
But I prefer oh Head
If instead
of kissing
I could make you a crown
Like the one I did for my little dog
-Polly!!!! – Cried grandpa
Sorry oh Head
I’ll wait until the war is over
Apologized Polly.
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