I have a little
Dreidle. I made it out of clay. . .

. . .and when it's dry and ready, then
Dreidle I shall play!
Dreidle tastes like wood. And triumph over persecution. But mostly wood.

Now
Dreidle, when I put you on the floor, spin like you do when Daddy puts you down,
ok?
1 comment:
awwwwwww!
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