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Those Blue Velvet Things:
The Swampcat would pick them off
and put them all in a white canvas bag
Which she would wear out there
Slung haphazardly
over her shoulder with no care.
She'd fill it so full that soon the heaviness of it
would feel like a Smoky Mountain boulder
Which of course would make her hungry
For some real blueberries, instead of all these
weird-looking little animal cracker cookie people
and bugs and even one village church with a steeple
That she picked from that blue velvet ART
So now that she's taken them all apart
She's going to give them to Millicent,
or perhaps to Jake-
Who, I'm sure will enjoy many games of fake,
Which is the one that always begins, "see...."
And ends when Ellie gets stung by a bee,
But no matter, no matter, 'tis only imaginary
She's now marched off to Tipperary!
-ovia