A Plum For A Thumb

The Epic Quest of Arthur Crumb

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Arthur Crumb sucked his thumb, until he sucked it numb. 
And when he stopped to take a look, his thumb had turned a plum. 

All purple, plump, and filled with juice— 
The change had struck him dumb. 
How come? How come, his thumb was a plum? 

Arthur knew it wouldn't do to have a thumb so blue. 
He made a choice to take a bite, in hopes his thumb popped through. 

But as he chewed and chewed and chewed, 
The plum just grew and grew and grew. 
"Oh, boo!" thought Crumb, "Oh boo, oh boo, 
Now what shall I do?"

And in this way, I'm sad to say, was ruined Arthur's day. 
He felt so bad and worried sad; he wouldn't leave to play. 

He sat and sulked, so unamused, deciding he'd just stay.
He lay and lay, and as he lay, 
The plum began to gray. 

Then in a blink, while in his think, 
the fruit off a thing just started to shrink. 

He looked to see, Yes! Could it be? 
His plum of a thumb was the size of a pea. 
"Oh, yippee!" He yelled, "Yippee, yippee!" 
And Arthur Crumb was filled with glee. 

Then with a hum some skin sprang from and out came Arthur's thumb. 
Now staring down he lost his frown and with it lost his glum. 

So off he went, with all intent to gain the time he'd spent; 
To have his fun under the sun, now feeling all content.

While grinning, proud, and filled with joy 
Till nightfall filled his view  
"Woohoo" sighed Crumb, "Woohoo, woohoo. 
I'm sure glad that's all through." 

Then in a heap, while counting sheep, the boy fell fast asleep. 
And as he'd done, he found his thumb, now dreaming something deep. 

And while he dreamt beneath the sheet, 
He dreamt and dreamt of something sweet.
Then waking—looked and could not believe, his thumb was now a growing beet.  

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