I am often caught climbing the tree
But I’m down again when mother counts to three.
Oh why couldn’t she be more like Father
Who always understands and is never  a bother.
It is only Eight o’clock and I am sent to bed
Since I climbed the tree I won’t be fed.
Oh please do not have pity on me
Cause tomorrow again I will climb the tree.
Bonnie Parsons Lijs/Canada

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