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Y is a Crooked Letter

An aunt and her nephew were at the park
And the nephew was looking around.
As the day went on and it grew late,
The aunt heard a questioning sound.
Come my dear, and ask away-
There is so much you do not know.
Questions must come to you everyday
And by asking is how you'll grow.
Her nephew looked at her with big, round eyes
And opened his mouth to speak.
But to his aunt's shocking surprise,
Questions flew at out lightening speed!
Do snakes yawn when they get bored?
Why do bunnies hop?
Why does time go only forward?
And can it ever stop?
Where does rain go when it doesn't fall?
And where do rainbows end?
Were giraffes always that tall?
And how far can their necks bend?
Why can't trees run down the road 
And escape the lumberjack men?
What's the difference between frogs and toads?
And what makes a rooster not a hen?
Why do I shiver when I get cold?
Were dragons ever alive?
What is the difference between plants and mold?
When will I get to drive?
Why can't we drink the ocean water?
And what holds up a plane?
Why am I a son and not a daughter?
Why do we feel pain?
Why don't people have any tails?
How do they make chewing gum?
Are the biggest animals really whales?
And where did EVERYTHING come from?
When the boy paused to breathe,
His aunt did feel a bit smothered.
But AHA!  An answer that gave relief-
Let's go ask your mother.
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