A Fall on Your Rump
There was a young lad
he was seventy three
But still every day
He would climb up a tree
And one day he fell
Right down onto his rump
The yell that ensued
Made the tree itself jump!
Dirt flew as roots flailed
And the mess it was grand
He sat back and laughed
At the matter at hand
The tree jumped to the sky
Right up out of the ground!
When it came down again
Oh wow, what a sound!
He had dirt in his hair
And dirt on his pants
So, muddied and grinning
he began than to dance!
His day had been made
By a fall on his rump
From a tree in the yard
Yes he fell with a thump!
Though he was quite sore
From this comical landing
The joy it had brought
Was beyond understanding!
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