Little Emily Blue,
Who stood a bit below four-foot two,
Who sang when she was wet,
And kept her dolls in the fireplace flue;
Who disliked rice and sometimes jam,
Who cried, “No fair!” if you held her hand,
Sailed for France with the Queen of Spain,
By way of Cape Horn with her spotted Great Dane—
Arrived unfed and demanded tea,
Was given pizza and clapped with glee,
Then went to bed stark naked,
Warmed by the sunset and thoughts of you and me.
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