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Adelaide's chemise was wrinkled, her dress was mussed
Nobody made too great of a fuss
As her bright-red braids swung from side to side
She laughed and said "I tried, I tried".
She tried to look neat and clean
Perfection in every fold and seam
But instead there was dirt on her gown
She honestly looked quite like a clown.
Her father shook his head with a grin
Even the fishes waved their sparkling fins
Her nanny shrugged with a smile
As she washed the bathroom tiles.
She walked to church with her dress inside-out
And yet she never even tried to pout
She smiled instead, swinging her braids
And that is the story of Adelaide.
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