Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hi, guys! I'm the new kid. Does anyone want to here my poem?

There was an old lady who swallowed an ant.

I don't know why she swallowed the ant.

Perhaps her food was scant.

There was an old lady who swallowed a mole.

She was on a roll when she swallowed the mole.

She swallowed the mole to catch the ant.

I don't know why she swallowed the ant.

Perhaps her food was scant.

There was an old lady who swallowed a carrot.

She had to ferret out that carrot.

She swallowed the carrot to feed the mole.

She swallowed the mole to catch the ant.

I don't know why she swallowed the ant.

Perhaps her food was scant.

There was an old lady who swallowed some dirt.

It didn't even hurt to swallow the dirt.

She swallowed the dirt to season the carrot.

She swallowed the carrot to feed the mole.

She swallowed the mole to catch the ant.

I don't know why she swallowed the ant.

Perhaps her food was scant.

When she swallowed the dirt it didn't take long to learn

that she had accidentally swallowed a worm.

So she swallowed another mole, but that had its toll.

Her stomach began to grow, and shake to and fro.

There were certainly no maybes; the moles inside were having babies!