 
Rhymes with Taryn
What in whiskers might there be?
A dream, a laugh, a growing tree
What in wishes might be made?
Sands that trickle down the shade
It's red, it's red, and dancing still
Baked prophet false, I've had a fill
And seasons taste too bitter here
I want, I try, but more they fear
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Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
guess I'll eat some lies
Great big fat ones, little tiny skinny ones
all from my own mind
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Once there was a kitten,
the cutest ball of fluff
At night it chased the fireflies -
it couldn't get enough
And once, a little firefly
went and landed on its head
Kitty couldn't see the cliff,
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