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How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little

Rico writes about the truth He is a limerick sleuth He is no dummy Wise and extremely funny Cos he is long in the tooth. Ricardo known as Rico, His limericks are so slick He scribes away Wri