Little beagle, bold and spry,
Licked the sun up in the sky.
Golden rays went drip, drip, drop,
Beagle giggled, “I can’t stop!”
Sun said, “Hey, that tickles me,
Now I’m shining extra glee!”
Beagle wagged his tail with cheer,
Now the clouds will surely clear!
(created with prompts using Bing DALL·E 3 and Grok 3)
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