I was adopted by a military career family: my mom was a Pentagon secretary and my dad was a major in the Air Force then. My mom taught me to read when I was two. One of the poems she taught me I still remember.
"One Misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I met an old man,
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment and I began to grin;
How do you do, and How do you do,
And How do you do again."
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