That tiny screaming kid on the block,
Fell of her bike colored blue.
That it made me feel blue too,
For that kid took a big spill on the sidewalk.
That sidewalk didn't pick her up.
And her bicycle didn't reassure her.
Though I came-up to help her,
She screamed on the sidewalk.
She screamed cutely for her mommy.
But I couldn't figure out where she was.
So in the nick of time I decided to,
Hand her over a chocolate bar.
Which she TOSSED AWAY,
Making me wonder what I should say,
To this girl who screamed so much.
I couldn't even walk away.
So I decided to knock on all the street doors,
When the first one opened, I described the scene.
The woman screamed to say, 'that's my girl on the street.'
When mom finally reached and hugged her girl,
The child stopped screaming.
So only a mother's hug,
And not another's,
Could stop a child's inner,
And outer screaming.
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