  Of MOTHER WOTSAT you've heard tell And if you've met this lovely belle, You know she is not an old dame Wrinkled, humpbacked, sadly lame. Ah, no, she is a fine young maid Who puts her sisters in the shade With sparkling eyes and sylph-like form, No wonder for her heart men storm. But best of all, she has the art To win each naughty kiddie's heart By telling tales in rhyme and prose Such tales as only WOTSAT knows. And she is, oh, so very wise; She answers kids of every size When they call out, "Wotsat, and why?" For she knows well just how to find Answers for each thirsty mind, And BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE FAIRY WELL Is at her hand, great truths to tell. |
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