Hansel
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Once, I walked -A studly lass, I, of grass and chalk.Picnic baskets, summer breeze,The air of new kin call out to meBut alas, t'was I who hadn't answered.
When Hansel’s old parents were all poor and ragged
They left him to fend for himself
With nothing to hold but the shoes on his feet
And the Griddle from on top the shelf
