Olivia, Olivia

her friends call her Oblivia

she’s clumsy in a catastrophic way

if there’s something there to slip on

to stumble or to trip on

bad luck is surely heading this girl’s way

 

she doesn’t ever mean it

her heart is pure and good

but where banana skins are dropped

it’s there she will be stood

 

while trying to be helpful

collecting paint filled pots

her teetering tower toppled

coating all with rainbow spots

 

 

at playtime she had problems

as she liked to run and skip

but as she chased her chums in tig

she’d catch and make them trip

 

she always stopped to help them up

and in time her friends will find

while it’s good to not be clumsy

it’s even better to be kind