Hoods and Flight
Venturing through the wood,
I think of the things that could,
In summer wear a hood.
The boy said that he should,
Yet his sister said only if we would.
The snake wiffled his reply,
As he was preoccupied with a sigh,
That we all had to be extremely high.
And snake alone with his sigh,
Took wing and began learning to fly
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