Queenie the Quoll
I will bet you never heard of me before I am Queenie the quoll As you can see from my photograph, I’m cute I am
I will bet you never heard of me before I am Queenie the quoll As you can see from my photograph, I’m cute I am
Qui ne connait pas le célèbre Lion de Lucerne? L’œuvre mondiale la plus triste et émouvante en pierre Dédié à la loyauté et la bravoure
I’m Nora the Newt An amphebian am I I’ve a long tail To swim fast with On the dry land I use my legs Which
Let me introduce myself I’m Monica the mule I am a hybrid I’m very patient and tolerant like a donkey In addition, courageous and strong
Isador is my name Iguanidae is my Latin name I have three eyes, snazzy huh! My tail falls off easily, spooky huh! Not too worry;
Waiting for his time Hoping beyond all hope Yelling aforetime His victory Aborting all negative thoughts Laughing at apparent defeat Labouring for the Kingdom Tasting
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