No gimmick will help
As the buddy flower more cleverer
Yet all tricks tried upon her
Oblige she not proper with aliment
She's slimming
Clouding worries shower tears
Her mom tricked for one more chance
On a chocolate promise
Comprehends adamant the bud inquisitive
All tricks alone, not the goodness
Three years..old enough to fast?
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