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I never saw a wild rumpus start. There was no roaring of terrible roars. There were no wild things at my house.
I am the only kid in the world for whom Max was “too naughty.”
No Max, no Curious George, no Nellie Olson. I suppose my sense of mischief needed no inspiration.
While everyone is gnashing their teeth today and remembering fondly Where the Wild Things Were, this was my Maurice. Chicken Soup With Rice.
In January it’s so nice, while slipping on the sliding ice
to sip hot chicken soup with rice.
Sipping once, sipping twice,
sipping chicken soup with rice.
Here’s to no monsters, nice memories, and lots of cozy soup.