The Scab
I once fell,
No it wasn't down a well
what happened was
when I got off the bus
I got pushed by a sneaky little fox
and landed on rocks
It left a wound so deep
I started to weep

When the wound turned into a scab
I looked for a cab
I wanted to find the fox
and put it in a box

But as time went on
my idea was gone
For it was confirmed
that I had learned
my scab wasn't far
from turning into a scar
Only one good deed
Don't Make The Scab Bleed.
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