Life of a Six Year Old by Brenda Sparkman

There is a cute story I feel must be told,
Just another day in the life of a six-year-old.
My sister and I would try our best to be good
But we didn’t always listen as we should.

Our Mother was building a pretty fish pond,
In the front of our house, on a sloping lawn.
There was just a big long hole dug for a start,
We all knew it would soon be a work of art.

Off to work every day our Daddy would go,
What time he came home, we didn’t know.
Daddy somehow knew what we did at play,
Every morning when he left he would say.

“Don’t chase the Mama duck and her chicks,
Or I will have to get after you with a stick.”
Watching the Mama duck come waddling by,
Any warning we had, you could kiss goodbye.

Daddy came home early to both of our surprise,
I am sure though he could not believe his eyes.
Both of us chasing her laughing and giggling,
Because when she ran her tail was wiggling.

Daddy tried chasing us but the lawn was wet,
Then a sight none of us would ever forget.
Daddy sliding down the hill into the hole,
Trust me, our laughing we could not control.

We never did chase that Mama duck anymore,
Outside were other things we found to explore.
Thinking back, it always brings a smile to my face,
What happened that day no one could ever replace.

Daddy’s pride was hurt when he took that spill,
That day he took that slippery slide downhill.
We got a spanking and both of us knew we would,
Trade that day for another . . . not even if I could.

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