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I’ve cooked up a magical alphabet soup
that answers each question you pose it.
Just ask it whatever you most want to know —
it thinks of the answer and shows it.
If you only knew what I’m thinking right now
I’m certain you’d probably hate it.
Why don’t you try asking my alphabet soup.
Whoops! You’re too late now — I ate it.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 1998. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 3
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