She was brave as brave could be

even though not quite three.

It took an hour or so

for her to think, “Where did she go?

That mommy of mine

she’s kinda hard to find.

Wait, she truly left me here?

With this weirdo, I fear,

who talks in a funny way

and always wants to play

Ring Around the Rosies

(ugh, I’ll show you some posies!).

What if she never comes back?

Who will give me a snack?

This is not going well.

Great, now there’s a funky smell.

Oh no, I think it’s me.

Such a bad day – I’m poopy

and I miss my mommy!”

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