Penelope Pigglewiggle picked a ripe pear
    As it sat on a tree in the sun.
She looked at its colour, its shape and its size,
    And took a quick mouthful for fun.

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'Ouch!' came a voice from Penelope’s pear.
    'Your teeth have cut into my skin!'
So how could she eat a pear that could speak?
     Oh that would be more than a sin!

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Penelope Pigglewiggle soon dropped the pear.
     I think you or I would, for sure.
She went in the house to get far away 
    Without eating one mouthful more.

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Much later, she looked in her garden again
    To see if the pear was still there,
But, a party of pigeons were eating it up!
    Oh, for certain, those birds didn’t care.

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