Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote Gab doesn't want to be friends with Nat. She fell from the clouds and hurt her neck. Stepped into a puddle and got wet. The wings don't look as good on her back. Now she's nothing but a total wreck. Lost her way home and went round the track. Found a black cat resting on his fats. Three miles down there's a rabbit in a hat. They brought her cheese from the running rat. Took her down the lane to lovers' sack. So Nat stayed on and gave what she lacked.

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