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MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama says 'No!' to monkey who wants
To go to her school,
The monkey gets piqued and makes 
'Growl, growl, growl!'.

Mama says 'No!' to squirrel who wants
To go to her school,
The squirrel gets piqued and makes
'Growl, growl, growl!'.

Mama says 'No!' to parrot who wants 
To go to her school,
The parrot gets piqued and makes 
'Growl, growl, growl!'.

Mama says 'No!' to sparrow who wants
To go to her school,
The sparrow gets piqued and makes
'Growl, growl, growl!'.

But all her friends do go behind her
As she leaves home,
And look at her through the window
From outside the classroom. 

Mama angrily tells them to go back 
From her school,
But they get piqued and make
'Growl, growl, growl!'.

- N P SAMAL 

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