His head was so big and his body so small,
Soon he didn’t have a body at all.
He shook and he shouted,
And hoped it hadn’t sprouted.
But it grew n’ it grew and popped like a ball!
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Molly Stahl
illustrator, nature lover, really good at sleeping.
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