A tiny voice said in her ear,
As she started to leave the store;
“Stop right there where you are,” it said
“And don’t take even one step more!”

A pile of bricks came crashing down
And landed where she would have been;
A wheelbarrow and some other things,
Were followed by some rusty tin.

Then, as she ran to catch a cab;
“Don’t take that cab,” the same voice said.
A city bus broadsided it,
She’d come that close to being dead!

She asked, “Who are you, Tiny Voice,
Who saved my life not once but twice?”
“I am your guardian angel,
I’m here to give you good advice.”

“Now that you know I’m always here,
Do you have anything to say?”
“I have one question, Angel Guy;
Where were you on my wedding day?”