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Veronica Ving loves to warble and sing
as she dances and spins like a top.
She yodels and croons like romantic raccoons.
We’ve complained but she simply won’t stop.
Veronica chirps and she gargles and burps
as she wiggles her hands in the air.
She jumps up and down like a rodeo clown
while the rest of us sit there and stare.
Veronica chants as she breaks into dance.
It’s like watching a crazy burlesque.
We try to be kind, and I don’t think we’d mind,
but she does this in class on her desk.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 4
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