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Said Granny:

 

You’ve taken my biscuits and hidden my shoes.

You’ve fallen downstairs and you’ve got a bad bruise.

     You ate too much ice-cream and now you are sick

     And where have you hidden my new walking stick?

 

You’re so overtired but you won’t go to bed.

You cut your hand badly and oh, how it bled.

     You’ve made me a picture?  That’s surely not me! -

     For that person’s ugly whilst I’m lovely you see.

 

When I didn't notice, you ran down the road

And what’s under my table - a  slimy grey toad?

     You left what I’d cooked, then asked for a sweet – and

     What’s this filthy thing you’ve picked up from the street?

 

You had on dry clothes, but goodness - now look!!

They’re dirty and wet where you’ve played in the brook.

      But how can I scold you?  You’ve had a good day.

      It’s what we did, when children, so I guess that’s Okay.

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