Since I could bite,
My nails I would fight.
All gone now,
They took their bow.
It's time to end,
This biting my friend.
I'm on a mission,
I've made my decision.
I'll grow them all long,
And then sing happy songs.
I'll have them done nice,
For Christmas, red spice.
Halloween a dark blue,
To come and scare you!
Then at Easter some pink,
So what do you think?
Myself, I can't wait,
For this habit to date!
by veraΒ©
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