Little Red Trike
Many years ago had
me a little red trike
got scared, so took it
and ran away, when
I was just a little tyke.
Had real long curly hair, took
some scissors and cut it off,
knew my dad would be real
mad, so off on my trike I went,
turned around at corner and went home.
Dad was mad, but glad I was safe,
said hair would grow back, but
losing me would have been worse,
he took me in his arms and gave
me a hug and kiss.
Little red trike, don't know
what ever happened to you,
but sure had a lot of fun with
you, but none like the little
trip we made to the corner and back.
wrote 8-25-08
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