The Story of My Life
Crawled across the floor
But then I learned to walk
Crawled a little more
And then I learned to talk
I caught my bus to school
There I learned to write
Some kids they are so cruel
And do things out of spite
I did drink from a fountain
Then went to run and play
Ran back to the fountain
Then back into the fray
I never picked on anyone
Except the harshest bullies
They did not have any fun
When they were being bullied
Skiing down the mountain
I must have lost my way
Was stuck up on that mountain
There’s not much more to say
Now each day I go to work
And have so much to say
I think back and just smirk
Even smiling at the dismay
Sat down upon the grass
It was there I ate my lunch
Pulled out a small glass
Poured myself some punch
The story of my life
Is that I can hurt no-one
I would never hit my wife
Or call her names for fun
Always treat your family
Like this was your last day
Say you love your family
It’s what I always say
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