The ball through the window
Had sealed his doom,
As old Mrs. Kramer
Was there with a broom.
Jay ran like a leopard
On down the street,
But that Mrs. Kramer
Was fast on her feet.
He was getting tired,
Mrs. Kramer was not,
Jay was sweating,
The summer sun was hot.
Finally Mrs. Kramer
Gained on poor Jay,
And he was grounded
Until next Monday.
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