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She did scrape her knee Messed her hair Bruised her ankle And her dress did just get a tear To Pluck that golden apple On the tree That swayed with the air And rushed home to share Only to be acknowledged or appreciated But no one seemed to care The apple wasn't golden enough after all Wounded her thigh Bled her finger Scratched her elbow And Tore her sleeve The next time she climbed And rushed home to share Only to be called a disappointment and liability So the next day she went to the tree so high And kicked it and punched it with all her might And cried and screamed and cried it all out and loud Until she fell asleep under the cloud Woke up and entered the house with lousy eyes And found the opportunity to rest her eyes on what she thought was a bunch of lies They rushed to her and bombarded her with questions "Where were you? We have been looking everywhere!" She said politely "Alas! Not everywhere" It was a sight oh so rare to her She couldn't resist sharing "I thought you'd be happy you'd finally not have to deal with a daughter." She did scrape her knee Messed her hair Bruised her ankle And her dress did just get a tear Wounded her thigh Bled her finger Scratched her elbow And tore her sleeves Broke a few bones Fractured a little here and there Had mud all over her face and hair And she stood to stare the tree that stood so high in the backyard With the golden apple in her hand She turned and sat and smiled As she ate the apple all by herself and patted her own back.
