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Upwards, upwards, upwards I climb,
Scaling up the kitchen chair
Advancing the precipice and my crime
Of the massive height I could not care

Chubby legs support my tiny form
Tiny pink fingers grip the dark wood
Eyes pull level with puddings warm
On chair back my little form stood

Gasping the prize, one in each hand
A smile on my face for all to see
Now with my legs I start to descend
From my mischief I’m almost free

But my feet all be-socked, skid away
Free falling was I, right down the chair
My prize I will not release, oh no way
So the brunt of the fall my face did bare

Onto concrete floor with a thud dull
Then silence through out the room
My teeth pushed into my skull
Out of my mouth the blood did bloom

Mother so worried, as I start to scream
In she came rushing to my aid
Still from my mouth blood doth stream
Oh what a commotion my mischief made

Off to the wards my little soul went
Parents trailing in my red wake
My angelic face was twisted and bent
Oh what a mess my mischief did make

Surgeons and nurses were attended my bed
Fixing and stitching my poor face wreck
Changing my pillows and sheets all red
Awoken at night for my hourly health check

My love for the puddings is with me still
But no longer for them the heights I climb
I can now wait till I can eat my fill
Because everything comes to those with time.

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