A Tall Problem, Indeed
But I did.
And I didn't,
look seriously raggedy, that is.
I fell right through,
as dreams sometimes do,
with a very distinctive sizzle.
I landed, you see,
in a very tall tree,
with no possible way of descending.
Not that I'd want to;
for on the ground, it was true,
lay one hundred and twenty lions.
What to do, what to do!?
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