[Anyone recognise themselves?]
When I was little, I blundered along,
Sometimes I was right, but more usually wrong.
I fell out of trees and I fell into water,
My Mother despaired of her tough tomboy daughter.
I crashed on my bike and I broke my poor nose,
I tripped with the kettle and scalded my toes.
I shattered the crockery, battered the paint:
My young escapades would have saddened a Saint.
But now I am old, I can look back and see
The innocent urchin that really was me.
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When I was little, I blundered along,
Sometimes I was right, but more usually wrong.
I fell out of trees and I fell into water,
My Mother despaired of her tough tomboy daughter.
I crashed on my bike and I broke my poor nose,
I tripped with the kettle and scalded my toes.
I shattered the crockery, battered the paint:
My young escapades would have saddened a Saint.
But now I am old, I can look back and see
The innocent urchin that really was me.
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