"Eloise, please!"
Her mother said.
Eloise was jumping on the bed.
Eloise was naughty,
Eloise was spoiled.
The Cat, she baldened,
The chair she soiled.
The dreadful girl,
Had a curl.
In the middle of her forehead.
She was rarely ever good.
In fact she was horrid.
One day her parents were not there.
She sat defiantly on the chair.
A lion came along.
Did not think it wrong,
Swallowing her right then and there
She was rescued, and was just fine.
But she was scared of lions until she was nine.
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