• Today is a day,


    Where my voice feels small,


    When there's nothing to say,


    I don't feel tall,


    I try to lay,


    But I hear a call,


    I follow the noise,


    Thinking of leaving,


    Then I see, with perfect poise,


    Of a person who is grieving,


    In front of them a pile of toys,


    The scene made me feel like screaming,


    But instead I tried to help,


    And picked up all the toys,


    This person said "Hey you whelps!",

    As I turned to see a group of boys,


    They all tried to stop me,


    I didn't know why,


    Then a kid named Geoggery,


    Started to cry,


    The sound I remembered,


    From earlier that day,


    "Are you..." I started to say,


    He said "No I yelled 'timber!'"