There was once a young lady called Hayley,

Who was cooped up in her room almost daily,

She never came out,

But if you gave her a shout,

She'd prove that she wasn't that crazy.


A misunderstood little creature,

Hayley did yearn to be a teacher,

She studied so hard,

That her brain turned to lard,

And now people don't wish to meet her.

The End

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