Cindy's Trip Home

There once was a princess named Cindy.

She knew she was a betty. 

With her big blue eyes, 

And royal disguise, 

No wonder her sister were petty. 

 

One time she had to get home,

But found herself completely alone. 

With her father gone,

And no mother to lean on,

She decided “through the forest I’ll roam.” 

 

And so down the road she sped,

Unbeknownst of the 10 miles ahead.

So as she sat by the lake,

She decided for her own sake

To call an Uber instead. 

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