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Peter and the wolf.
Peter paints red upon his head. For a change, so he said.
I look at the clouds, I look at the sky, and then I think, how lucky am I.
He had to grapple with Angry Apple.
I need to knead before I feed.
He saw a seesaw.
Don’t erase your face!
Peter Pear grabs his eggs with really, really long legs.
Peter grabs a couple cups to help him contemplate the crux.
Peter Pear wears a spare pair.