wattle - no one special, just a dreamer who found an old pen.

I slipped

I fell

I broke my leg

I wasn’t being silly

They took me off to Hospital

They screwed me back together

They put a cast upon my leg

They told me that was better

They didn’t feed me for two days

They told me to stay still

They put a cage around my bed

They gave me yucky pills

Now I’m getting better

I’ve learned to hobble round

I love to plan my outings

I love my feet upon the ground

I want to say g’day

We talk like that down here

I want to wish the very best, to Natalie,

If can get a ticket I’ll rub behind her ear