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Who’s taken the biscuits and gobbled the chocs,

 Put mud on the path and worn holes in his socks?

      And who’s splashed this water all over my floor,

      And gone out of the house without shutting my door?


'Well I am the one with the crumbs on my clothes,

With my wellies still on and chocolate on nose.

      I admit it was I who was last in the bath,

      And I whom you saw as I ran down the path.'


'Yes, I hold up my hand and admit that it’s I

But, try as I will though, I really must sigh:

     When I am awakened by a noise through my door

     It’s their very earth-shaking and deafening snores.'



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