Wednesday, September 22, 2004


The rain, rain, rain
Came down, down, down
In rushing, rising rivelets,
'Til the river rushed out of it's bed,
and rushed right into Piglet's!

Poor Piglet, he was frightened
With quite a rightful fright!
And so in desparation
A message he did write.

He placed it in a bottle,
and it floated out of sight....

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