My Mummy Plays Minecraft

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My mummy plays Minecraft, she’s not very good,
She wanders the forests all day,
And when it gets dark and the creepers come out,
She puts her computer away.

I promised to teach her, to give her a bed,
To help her survive through the night,
But she ran out food and she fell in a cave
And a skeleton gave her a fright.

Now my mummy plays Tetris, she’s not very good,
But she plays it whenever she’s free,
She can’t beat my time, she should just leave the games,
To the Minecrafting experts like me.

(c) Copyright Pamela Ueckerman (Pamela Jones) 2023. All rights reserved.


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