Don't go outside
You might get strangled
A car may crush you
You could trip
Crack your cranium
Bleed your brain out
Someone else
May slip on it
Crack their cranium too
This whole conga line
Of brains of death
Go back inside
Hide under the blanket
The monster under the bed
Might just come topside
Smothering you
The wet roofing
Will collapse
Crush your little body
It is of no consequence
You are fearing everything
It's all out to get you
So
You may as well get showered
Put on a nice dress
Brush that tangled mess
Shine up your face
Open the door
Let the sun shine in
Skip down the walk
Pirouette into the day.
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