I think I was nine
And thought the world was mine
But my mom shouted at me
Insisting I eat some rice and curry

I decided to run away
Coz’ that’s what
Trixie Belden would have done
But I couldn’t go very far
Coz’ I wasn’t allowed to cross the road

So, I climbed my 12 feet guava tree
And sat on the comfy branch
After a while mayhem began

It was getting dark
And my family was searching me out
My name was shouted, all around the house
Inside, outside, front and back
But nobody so much as lifted their head
To see me sitting there
Quietly smiling at their frantic expressions
“Oh dear, oh dear, where have you gone?”

I took two biscuits with me
When I ran away
But it was many hours since
And my tummy was growling
I wished someone would look up
The tree and find me
Coz’ this was getting a bit weary

Finally, my dad arrived and
My mom rushed out
“Our daughter is missing,
Please go and report!”

My father whom I thought
Wasn’t very smart
Was calm and collected
And only laughed out loud
“There she is!” he pointed at me
Up the tree
“Come down this instant or
You won’t get to eat any rice and curry!”