Epic Nursery Rhyme for Strange Children

There once was a boy about twelve years old
He lived in a place of which stories are told.
Stories so wild, fantastic! You'll see...
Dear child, this tale is a gift - from me.

The boy's name was David, or Dave, if you will,
He was fond of adventure and easily thrilled
He lived in a city, but not one you've found...
This city, my child, is all underground.

The End

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