In a rush to buy her present
I tripped upon a stone
I gashed my leg and cut my arm
And hurt my funny bone
I trampled on the footpath
As I strained to get in-store
But the gift had gone from the counter
And was not there anymore
So I cursed my luck and left there
And limped all the way home
And promised I'd try tomorrow
And be less cumbersome
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