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Binkley

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Every springtime an earthworm named Binkley,
gets so blinkin’ wet he gets wrinkly.
The rain keeps on sprinkling and Binkley keeps drinking
until he’s all puffy and pinkly.
But it isn’t all bad being wrinkly,
as Binkley could tell you succinctly.
Just as you’re thinking, all Summer he’s shrinking;
by Autumn he’s dried up and crinkly!

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 1998. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 5

 


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