Where a parent waxes lyrical about spit through a very bad poem

My daughter Danielle,
(yes, that oh-so-cheeky gal)

used to swallow toothpaste
and did it with such haste
I simply could not stop her
insides being a minty flavour
But lo!
one sunny September,
between brushing and grinning
She bent her head and
started spitting
I was over the moon
beaming like a buffoon
For now she doesn't swallow,
in the sink her head burrows,
and there she spits!
SHE SPITS!
Hoorah!
Hoorah!

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