Maggie May goes to the moon

On Monday she sailed and she bailed in a crate, 'cross the swamps and she nearly was crocodile bait. That old croc gave a wink as he nipped her big toe. But he just got her nail and Doc said it would grow. On Wednesday, she slid down a mountain of rocks, in a limp, flimsy sled made of brown cardboard box. She rolled and she tumbled. All thought she was dead, but Maggie May just had a bump on her head. page 2