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Little Judy Grote
She was given a goat
That would only eat things of oat
On days it went out, it wore a coat
And around his neck, he carried a stoat
Now, this goat was all bloat
And couldn’t float
Near as good as a wooden boat
But little Judy sure did like to gloat
About a poem her goat wrote
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Come young and old.
And listen as my story unfolds.
I was once told.
About a knight who was so bold
That his horse he sold
And he looked for a woman he could hold
So that he no longer slept cold
About the Creator
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