| A Mountain out of a Molehill |
| I knew a girl who liked to gossip. |
| Her name was Frannie Molehill. |
| She always said such horrible things, |
| Until she'd forget what was real. |
| Frannie kept getting worse and worse. |
| She was piling the dirt on top. |
| Her mother always told her, |
| "Frannie, you know you'd better stop." |
| Then, one day, a boy came by. |
| His name was Freddie Mountain. |
| He took Frannie on long walks |
| And he kissed her by the fountain. |
| Frannie finally quit her gossiping. |
| She knew that forever she'd feel |
| Love for Freddie, as he made her |
| A Mountain out of a Molehill. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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