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I remember long ago, when I was only six,
Playing with my brother--he kept hitting me with sticks;
When I thumped him in the chest, he fell onto his back,
Screaming for our mother, can you guess who got the smack?

Just 'cause he was younger, he would always get his way,
But I promised, secretly, I'd get him back one day.
Just then, as we stood there, we could hear a plane fly low,
It knocked off a chimney--my friend Pat's, I'll have you know!

Kelv and I were screaming, and our mum came running out,
We could see the pilot too, I swear I heard him shout!
Everyone came in the street, we watched the plane go down,
It flew right over all the fields, crashing in the town.

The mums turned round and told us kids, not to go away,
They were off to see the crash, we must stay here and play.
Once they'd gone, my friends and me, snuck off to check it out,
Kelv came too, because we knew he was a nasty snout!

Firemen had the water on the flames when we got there,
The plane was bent and broken, with bits thrown everywhere,
An ambulance and police cars, and people stood around,
We all watched and wondered if the pilot had been found.

Then we saw some policemen coming with a large black bag,
Put it in the ambulance, and mark it with a tag.
"His arms and legs are in there," my friend whispered to me,
"They'll put them all together and mend him, wait and see."

We tried moving closer hoping for a better view,
To see some blood and also, his hand and fingers too.
But a policeman stopped us telling us to go away,
He said, "Now be good children and go back home and play!"

That's when our mothers found us, and boy, did they get mad!
My mum told me angrily, "Wait till I tell your dad!"
We all went home and played awhile, till it was time for tea.
But what was good my mum forgot to tell my dad 'bout me!


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