Widows Walk Frightens Me
Widow’s walk frightens me
Look outs are not my choice of tea
Come on up to the crow’s nest!
Mom’s idea is not the best
I am frightened to death of tall heights
I give her grief, whining, crying and lots of fights
I well never be caught on a bell tower day or night.
These heights give me a fright, they are not right.
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