Pickles and Trouble

“Come here, little friend” said Trouble to Pickles.
“Come here, little friend” said He.
“We’ll have fun, little friend” said Trouble to Pickles.
“You’ll always have great fun with me.”

“There are treats in the cupboard” said Trouble to Pickles,
“They are not so impossibly high.
Just drag that chair over towards the bench,
It won’t be too tricky to climb.”

“There are stones in that pond” said Trouble to Pickles,
You can see they are ever so near.
Get close to the edge and reach your arm in,
You really have nothing to fear.”

“There is room in that drawer” said Trouble to Pickles,
For someone your size to squeeze.
Won’t it be fun to hide in there?
I promise it will be a breeze.”

“There are markers left out” said Trouble to Pickles,
And I know how you love to draw.
Everyone loves your pictures so.
Why not do one on the floor?”

“There is more fun outside” said Trouble to Pickles,
And I’ve noticed the door is ajar,
You can slip out unnoticed and no one will mind.
You don’t have to go terribly far.”

“Come here, little friend” said Trouble to Pickles.
“Come here, little friend” said He.
“Of course, my dear friend” said Pickles to Trouble.
“You always can count on me!”

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