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This morning when foolish Fiona awoke
she looked at her mother, and said with a croak,
“I can’t go to school, so please write me a note
to tell them I’m home with a frog in my throat.”
Her mom wrote a note for the teacher that said
“My daughter is sick and she’s staying in bed.
She won’t be at school for the rest of the week.
She swallowed a polliwog down at the creek.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
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