This is the garden that Zack grew.
This is the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the dog, who barked in the morn, that woke the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, that caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
This is the musician, who plays the horn, that roused the dog, that barked in the morn, that woke the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.
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