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There once was a girl called Plum Pudding,

     As sweet as a small girl could be,

And a popular girl was Plum Pudding

     For no child was more favoured than she.

 

A clever young girl was Plum Pudding

     With a truly poetical brain,

And once she learnt how to write poems,

     She’d write them again and again.

 

She wrote about fairies and witches;

     She wrote about dragons as well,

And, of course, writing so many poems,

     It helped small Plum Pudding to spell.

 

Her teacher said: 'Goodness, Plum Pudding:

     You’re top of the class yet again.

I wonder, now, just what you’re doing

     That’s doing such good for your brain?'

 

'It’s poetry,' said little Plum Pudding.

     'And I’ve written a poem for you.'

Said the teacher: 'The writing of poetry

     Is a gift that is given to few.

 

'It’s a skill that needs daily attention.

     You must write a few lines every day

But be careful – remember this one thing:

    You really should find time to play.

 

'A poet who’s no time for playing

     Is a poet who isn’t much fun,

And a poet who just thinks of poems

     Is quite boring when all’s said and done.'

 

Now Plum Pudding’s a poet quite famous

     So look for her books when about

For I’m sure that Miss Plum Pudding Poetry

     Is today very famous, no doubt!

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