

| Cerian Cantwr |
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A-tisket, a-tasket,
Norelle made a basket. As you might surmise This is no great surprise, For she'll teach you how should you ask it. She'll make them with paper, She'll make them with string, With reed or with caning, Or any old thing. They come in all sizes Huge, tiny, or small. Shaped round, square, or oblong, Or almost a ball. They hold feast gear or fabric, Most any old stuff. Every basket holds candy, If you try hard enough. She'll weave baskets for coronets, She'll weave baskets 'round glass. She'll weave one that's shaped Like the head of an ass. Assemble these legions And place them on view. Then behold one and all, It's Norelle's petting zoo. Norelle Thespiana, Your efforts are seen. Now Kemma and Sascha Make you Evergeen. |
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