In homage to Edward Gorey, I present to you the Perils of Being a Seven-Year Old. Like the Gashlycrumb Tinies, each of these seven-year-olds will be savaged by inappropriate beasts.
B is for Betsy, devoured by boobys.
S is for Sammy, consumed by a squirrel.
Please don't send them there Nice Men with Labcoats after me.
Good night, Indiana.
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