My Dad says I have to be the best in what ever I do. Hmmmmmmm..that is very hard. So I made this poem.
First is the WORST
Second is the best
Third is a bird with a treasure chest!!!
Fourth goes to north
Five is next to fourth
Six is the one gets chicken broth!!!
Seven is heaven
Eight is height
Nine is the one says we are all fine!!!
So my point was they are all ok and easy to be even a nine.
But I had to change my poem after my Dad heard it - The first line changed to "First is the BEST"
His peom was very short and it just said
First is the BEST
The rest are just waste!!!
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