There was an old lady who lived in a shoe.
She was old, and poor, and ugly to boot
She had three small kids and one cat
The children were nice but the cat was a brat.
One child was tall, one child was small,
The last child was great at any sport with a ball.
His name was Mike
The small one was Ally
And the tall one, the only one who could ride a bike,
Was named Sally.
The cat was named Midnight after his jet black fur
And the mother regretted her children's gift of him to her.
But the moral of this story, the lesson you should learn,
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Is to never trust anyone cuz this don't rhyme! :P