I found a place for me to sleep
I have a long tradition to track
And all these great gifts to keep
As I wake up to have a snack
I look for milk for me to seep
I have lots of milk for mum to pack
And all these bottles for me to sweep
As I want my milk for dad to unpack
I really don't care if he's fast asleep
I even don't care if what I see isn't all black
Let me stop this poem before I go too deep
Gogo's Back
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