When Little Timmy stopped and found
A place to play ahead -
His mother's warnings whirled around
And 'round his tiny head.
'Be careful, Tim!' he heard it speak,
And fret distressed, dismayed -
And soon the boy was feeling weak,
And found himself afraid.
He shook his head, for all was well,
And climbed the nearest pine.
But Little Timmy slipped and fell.
And Timmy's fucking fine.