It’s late at night; I can’t find the light;
And I’m desperate to go for a widdle,
But I don’t need my mum, as I’ve rolled on my tum,
And fallen asleep in the puddle.
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It’s late at night; I can’t find the light;
And I’m desperate to go for a widdle,
But I don’t need my mum, as I’ve rolled on my tum,
And fallen asleep in the puddle.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.