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The baby with a sweet
Walked in the street
Busy with the sweet
He entered the wrong street
He lost his way
For what he had to pay
To add to his troubles
With big bubbles
Poured the rain down
With dust so brown
Up from the sky
As if someone had a cry
The baby also cried
How hard he tried
The try was in vain
He wanted to kick the rain
So the baby with the sweet
Walked in the street.
-Marisha
1989