One time

You made me cry

Be proud that I

Remember

My chin is sore

The bruise is gone

But the spot is tender

Gave my hand a sister coy

To cotton alley where

You did enjoy

Your wicked games

You curious boy

Tied my laces up together

When I fell

You laughed

Until your belly was sore

In the brick laid aisle behind

The five and dime store

That's how

I made you blush

But doubt if you

Remember

Were my tears genuine

Or those of a skilled

Pretender

Nothing precious

Plain to see

Don't make a fuss over me

Not loud

Not soft

But somewhere in between

Say sorry

Let it be

The word you mean

I was a little pest who

Never took a hint

Could never

Take a hint

You pinched my fingers

In a door

Tossed my coloring book in a

Rusty barrel

Pulled spiders from my hair

Fingers in the door

My favorite blue blouse

Stained on the back

Running from a berry war

Can you hear me scream

In cotton alley

Scream in cotton alley

In cotton alley