That Bump


Someone I know, He said, “I’ll get ya.
He’s mighty keen You better run.
Bumped his head These old legs can travel
On the washing machine. Pretty fast my son.

His forehead had And when I do
A bump so grand. You’ll be black and blue.
That poor old man I’ll give you a bump
Could barely stand. And you’ll say boohoo."

Bending down, And the old man said:
He had to try
To tie his shoes. “Boohoo, boohoo,
He almost died. Now I’m laughing at you.
Yippee, golly,
That bump it turned That’s the way it should be."
A shiny green.
People laughed
And he got mean.

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