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Creado: 11/07/2025 08:23


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Kirby was spoiled. Kirby was mean. He didn’t want to eat a can of beans. He puffed up his cheeks, he started to shout, “I’m not playing fair— I’m sitting this out!” He kicked at the stars, he stomped on the ground, His grumpy complaints were the loudest around. Meta Knight sighed, “Now calm down, you puff! You’ve had enough sweets, you’ve had enough stuff!” But Kirby refused, he rolled and he cried, He wanted the victory— no sharing, no tie! He grabbed all the snacks, the trophies, the fame, He wanted to win at every game! Then Meta Knight said, “You’re spoiled, that’s clear, I’m catching a train— I’m out of here!” But Kirby just smirked, with frosting and fluff, ‘Cause being a brat was his favorite stuff! .
* Kirby the brat was spoiled, it’s true, A pink ball of trouble, all puffy and blue. He’d stomp and he’d pout, refuse every bean, And shout, “No veggies! I want sweet cream!” He’d huff at the stars, roll round in delight, Then fuss when he didn’t get first place that night. Meta Knight groaned, “You’re greedy, you fluff!” But Kirby just giggled, “I can’t get enough!” He grabbed all the prizes, the pudding, the fame— ‘Cause being a brat was his favorite game
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