Little Miss Marcella

A stroke of a brush
Gental to the touch
Creates the face
Of little Miss Marcella
A little pink bow
And her cherry read nose
She's up to no good
Of that I am sure
The look in her eyes
The eyes of a spy
For she's only five
But behind her picture
Is where her mystery lies.





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