Narrow Escape

Freckles and fuzz-hair, cheeky little lad
Running down the mountain hill
Straight into his head.

Laughter at the riverside, tickling competitions
The orphan gal is watching him
Stealing laddie´s pecks.

Grabbing for his waistband, staring at his dimples
Candy-yucky hands are moving
Closer to his neck.

"Run, peewee, run!" she howls, "away from this creep!
Look at what he´s done to me;
Don´t fall into his trap!"

"Run, pewee, run!" she howls, "away from this creep!
Look at what he´s done to me;
Don´t fall into his trap!!"

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Alice McDuff ~ 11 April 2007