When I was just a little lad,
with nare a scratch on me.
I climbed up high but lost my grip,
and fell out of the tree.

I fell so long, and so **** hard,
I bust my head up good.
I landed in a thorny bush,
and lay there in the blood.

The neighbour she rushed to me quick,
and grabbed me in her arms.
She called her man to start the car,
to save me from the harm.

She drove the road, like kings of old,
within her bent up car.
Her husband looking back at me,
and at the future scar.

They drove me to the A and E,
the nurses rushing round.
The doctor came and checked me out,
and this is what he found.

'This lad is fine', said he to they,
'Just stop him climbing trees.
He's barely bruised his noggin there,
and slightly scratched his knees'

The neighbours they looked so relieved,
they took me to my place.
My ma and pa were happy then,
to see my broken face.