There once was a girl we called Chirty. <br />She was happy just when she was dirty. <br />She would sleep with the dogs <br />and play with the hogs <br />and stay up catching bugs till 2: 30. <br /> <br />She just loved anything that could crawl. <br />When she'd show me, you know I would bawl. <br />I can't stand the bugs <br />but I'll still give her hugs. <br />(even when she hangs them on her wall) . <br /> <br />One day she was catching a snake <br />I was praying it only was fake. <br />It was not only real <br />but a really BIG deal <br />when it joined in our swim at the lake. <br /> <br />She's an animal lover, no doubt <br />and she never stays in.....only out. <br />When she's old she may change... <br />that would seem oh so strange <br />cause this is just what she's about!<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chirty/
