Let's write poetry!
Horton's poem
His name was Horton
He lived in London
His colour was golden
He liked to phone
He was looking at a small person
Horton's trunk was long
The small person was playing ping-pong
He was singing a song
About King Kong
Horton went to a billabong
He fell into the water
In the water he found a feather
It belonged to a dove which to him was like a sister
She called her brother, her mother, her father and the baby-sitter
They saved Horton together
A person's a person no matter how small
If you are small you are always beautiful
I played football
A mouse was the goal
You can be strong even if you are not tall.
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