Little Wendy Warson wore her hair down everyday
She never wore hats or hair clips or even burets.
I would beg little Wendy "can I please braid your hair?"
Always resulting in a daring death glare.
On Tuesday, Wendy wore her hair in a bun.
She even looked so pretty, no one noticed her gun.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Little Wendy Warson wore her hair down everyday
She never wore hats or hair clips or even burets.
I would beg little Wendy "can I please braid your hair?"
Always resulting in a daring death glare.
On Tuesday, Wendy wore her hair in a bun.
She even looked so pretty, no one noticed her gun.
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