The eleventh in the McLimerick Series

Old Winnie McHara proudly wore her tiara
On her head wherever she went.
It wasn’t that royal; it was just made of foil
And quite often it would become bent.
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The eleventh in the McLimerick Series

Old Winnie McHara proudly wore her tiara
On her head wherever she went.
It wasn’t that royal; it was just made of foil
And quite often it would become bent.
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