Blood

Blood gushing down the side
Of my arm it spouts
Mother comes to see
What all the screaming is about

I cut my arm
Helping dad
She looks at me and says
Oh it's really not so bad

You'll be okay I promise
I promise you
We'll get you cleaned 
And you'll be good as new

After supper, I washed up
Then hugged my parents real tight
I crawled into bed
And told them both good night