Billy

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Billy loved to eat cookies,

Any sort of any kind,

But he couldn't reach the cookie jar,

So an idea came to mind.

He got on the counter,

And stood on his two feet,

Tippy toed all the way,

But still couldn't reach.

After a while of flailing his arms,

He heard someone coming,

Sounded like his mom,

He recognized her humming.

As soon as her eyes laid on poor Billy,

She reached for the jar, and made him look silly.

When she got the jar he said

"Mom your the best!"

Quickly he opened it, and realized there where no cookies left.

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