Short Story
Hilda Conkling
I found the gold on the hill; I found the hid gold! The wicked queen Stole the gold, Hid it under a stone And never told. The selfish queen Rolling away In her white limousine, Never knew nor dreamed That I searched all day Till I found the gold, The gold!
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