Little Spotty Poem by Cheryl Cheng

Little Spotty



There once was a little boy.
Who was a stuck-up snoot.
A child would cry over a toy,
And he wouldn't give a hoot.

As for the children's snacks,
He'd grab them right and left.
And eat them behind their backs.
Why, that's just outright theft!

This little boy has a name:
His name is little Spotty.
Parents all think the same
And they think he's very naughty.

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