If you stick that bottom lip out any farther, a bird’s gonna come along and poop on it.
I can remember hearing this as a kid if I was pouting.
"wain, wain, go away, come again some ober day!". No matter how many times Harper sang the song... Mother Nature had other plans.
Eventually the pout turned to a huge smile when she got to splash around in the puddles.
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