Once upon a time,
A little girl made up a rhyme.
She danced with her feet
to the unhurried beat,
until it was half past nine.
Her mother came along
to listen to the song.
She loved it so much,
she was so touched.
Her daughter could do no wrong.
The world grew to know her name.
She was forever surrounded by fame.
The rest of her life was filled with romance.
What a lucky chance!
I wish you the same...
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