Poor poppie rose,
She has a stuffy nose.
Watery little eyes,
and sad pitiful cries.
Her smile usually lights up the room,
but today she wears the face of doom.
She's usually so happy
I think if she could talk she'd be snappy.
She's a wilful little fighter,
I hate to see her suffer.
So olbas oil in hand,
I'm here waiting for her demands❤
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