Caitlyn picked up a stick,
what can she poke with it?
Up an down the streets she'd go,
wondering what she can poke.
The grizzly bear slept tight,
next to the bunny in the sunlight.
Caitlyn poked the bunny's home,
but the grizzly bear is finally awoke.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
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