A Head of the game

I went on a toboggan

And I hurt my little noggin

We had no helmets back when we were three

I played a game of hockey

With bigger kids, so cocky

And whacked me noggin once again, you see

One time when we went swimming

And the day was quickly dimming

I jumped into the lake so foolishly

And cracked my head upon a rock

I didn’t see was by the dock

They pulled me out and yelled “Emergency!”

One night, it had been raining

Upon the ice remaining

And everything was slick and slippery

My feet went out from under

And my head was burst asunder

(Or so it felt, when it came back to me)

I helped a lady build a shelf

She could not do it by herself

We hammered and we sawed ’til it was three

I went to stand up quickly

And hit my head so thickly

On a board that had been fastened over me


So, these are my excuses

If I seem like silly gooses

And write some ditties hardly worth a penny

It’s just this poor old noggin

And that nasty old toboggan

And the forty whacks I had were one too many.

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