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Belinda lived in a little white house,Belinda lived in a little white house
Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little grey mouse, she called him Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, And realio, trulio daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful, Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, They all sat laughing in the little red wagon At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house, And Blink said Weeck! which is giggling for a mouse, Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound, And Mustard growled, and they all looked around. Meowch! cried Ink, and ooh! cried Belinda, For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right, And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright, His beard was black, one leg was wood; It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried Help! Help! But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp, Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household, And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine, Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon, With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm, He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda’s dragon, And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon, He fired two bullets, but they didn’t hit, And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him, No one mourned for his pirate victim. Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate Around the dragon that ate the pirate.
But presently up spoke little dog Mustard, I’d have been twice as brave if I hadn’t been flustered. And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink, We’d have been three times as brave, we think, And Custard said, I quite agree That everybody is braver than me.
Belinda still lives in her little white house, With her little black kitten and her little grey mouse, And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon, And her realio, trulio little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs, Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.
Belinda had a home in a tiny white building, With a tiny dark cat and a tiny grey rodent, And a tiny bright dog and a tiny crimson cart, And a truly real tiny pet fire-breathing creature.
The tiny dark cat was named Ink, And the tiny grey rodent, she named Blink, And the tiny bright dog was quick like Mustard, But the fire-breathing creature was timid, and she named him Custard.
Custard the fire-breathing creature had large sharp biting tools, And sharp points on his back and protective plates below, A mouth that looked like a place for fire, a smoke stack for a nose, And truly real sharp weapons on his feet.
Belinda was as courageous as a container full of large animals, And Ink and Blink ran after big wild cats down the steps, Mustard was as courageous as an angry big cat, But Custard shouted for a pleasant secure space.
Belinda playfully touched him, she playfully touched him harshly, Ink, Blink and Mustard, they impolitely named him Percival, They all sat laughing in the tiny crimson cart At the truly real, timid fire-breathing creature.
Belinda laughed until she made the building shake, And Blink said Weeck! which is laughing for a rodent, Ink and Mustard impolitely asked how old he was, When Custard shouted for a pleasant secure space.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly they listened to an unpleasant noise, And Mustard made a low sound, and they all looked in every direction. Meowch! shouted Ink, and ooh! shouted Belinda, For there was a robber at sea, climbing in the opening.
A small firearm in his left hand, a small firearm in his right, And he had in his mouth a shiny sword, His facial hair was dark, one limb was made of wood; It was obvious that the robber at sea had bad intentions.
Belinda turned pale, and she shouted Help! Help! But Mustard ran away with a frightened shout, Ink flowed slowly to the lowest part of the home, And tiny rodent Blink cleverly hid in a small space.
But up leaped Custard, making a noise through his nose, Hit his back appendage like heavy metal tools in a dark room, With a series of sharp sounds and a ringing noise and a twisting movement, He moved toward the robber at sea like a bird toward a worm.
The robber at sea stared at Belinda’s fire-breathing creature, And swallowed some strong drink from his small container, He shot two small metal objects, but they missed, And Custard eagerly ate him, every piece.
Belinda hugged him, Mustard touched him with his tongue, No one felt sadness for his robber at sea. Ink and Blink in great happiness did spin around The fire-breathing creature that consumed the robber at sea.
But soon little dog Mustard talked, I would have been twice as courageous if I hadn’t been confused. And up talked Ink and up talked Blink, We would have been three times as courageous, we believe, And Custard said, I completely agree That all people are more courageous than me.
Belinda continues to exist in her tiny white building, With her tiny dark cat and her tiny grey rodent, And her tiny bright dog and her tiny crimson cart, And her truly real tiny pet fire-breathing creature.
Belinda is as courageous as a container full of large animals, And Ink and Blink run after big wild cats down the steps, Mustard is as courageous as an angry big cat, But Custard keeps shouting for a pleasant secure space.