In the corner under the tree
Is the strange shed called No. 3.
It's down the path from our home
Guarded by an apple green gnome.
The most magic shed ever seen
Caused by a freak lightning strike
When the clouds went wierd, dream like.
It's not just home to our flowery bicycles
As it sends chills down us like icicles.
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