Up a tree she cast her eyes down
Knowing that grandma would wear a frown
But in her heart she did not care
So happy she was to be right there
Unseen she knew she was all alone
“Don’t climb that tree” she heard the sound
Of grandma’s voice of warning drowned
By desires that o’ertook her in the sun’s glare
Up a tree
Soon she realised, looking round
That she was stuck just as she’d been warned
She couldn’t climb down this tree called “Pear”
When grandma’s voice came loud and clear
“I told you you’d get stuck and now you’re bound”
Up a tree
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