Six Down Six To Go
The grandchild was so proud,
Her Mother had just told her she had a sixth sense,
Not wanting to burst her bubble, Granddad congratulated her,
Before telling her she had six more to go.
Are you sure Granddad she said,
Well I am sure of at least Five of them he said
Can you remember what they are she asked of him?
So I can tell Mum.
Yes, I remember He said,
Number seven is a sense of fun,
Number eight a sense of wonder,
Number nine is common sense,
Which is not that common,
But it will get you to number ten,
A sense of time,
Number eleven is a sense of responsibility
Number twelve,
Well, not everybody gets to number twelve,
And if they do they only keep it for a short while.
What is it, Grandpa she said Tell me so I can try and get it?
It is sense of reality my darling and I am not always sure if I still have it.
How many has Mummy got grandpa was her final question?
Well, she never did have much of a sense of time,
But she did get the rest and she does know we are real,
So I make that eleven for her.
I know what you mean about time Grandpa she said,
Mummy is always getting mixed up about my bedtime.
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