I hit he.
Knocked him down,
Skinned his knee.
Now he mad,
As can be.
If he asks
No see me,
Hiding here
Up in tree.

May 7th, 2007 — Poems for Children
I hit he.
Knocked him down,
Skinned his knee.
Now he mad,
As can be.
If he asks
No see me,
Hiding here
Up in tree.

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