Little which

There was a girl. She was a which.

She had a dad. He was a what.

He would say, “Do you want to wear these?”

Eventually, she would look up and say “Which?”

He would have moved on to another thing. He’d say, “What?”

She’d say, “You mean ‘these’”.

Scratching his head, he’d say “Which?

Mum would say, “Stop that!”

He’d say “What?”

Meanwhile, the little which had dressed herself.

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