Mama gets some cool new plants
Should I touch it
I'll rip my pants
I'll get a whammy on my behind
Do I dare?
I'd rather not try.
Chicken, chicken!
Feathered flock!
He won't do it!
Pshaw!
Bsquawk!
Fine, I'll try!
I finally yell
They sniff my fear
Keen sense of smell
Goodness knows what I was thinking
Their mouths fall open
I start winking
I turn around, and guess what I see?
Three great big cacti
Leaning over me!
I promised to touch it,
Should I still
I feel like I'm running up a never ending hill
I trudge to cactus
And raise my hand
But like a brightly colored band
My mama, and sisters, and brothers
A big great bunch
Come to tell me
It's time for lunch!
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