She got to number two.
Our little tow-head started up.
To where, she had no clue.
A quiet girl is often-times
a girl to be checked on.
And Polly was just crying, so,
I knew there was a con.
Sure enough I headed where
her cries, the last, were heard.
Just in time to stop that girl
'fore climbing up the third.
And reaching for my little one,
I caught her backward fall.
My nerves have never been as shook
as now that they can crawl.
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