The faster she runs, the harder she is to catch,
Under my watchful eye she hides away,
The security door was missing a latch,
So without me wanting, she went astray;

Her feet carry her far,
I will find her one day,
She looks like a star,
She will come my way;

The best artist of all,
Sleepless nights keep me up,
She wants my reputation to fall,
My coffee grows cold in this cup;

Years have passed by,
She is long gone,
Her movements were all sly,
The damage is done;

Never Catch-Ann-Dra!

The End

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