Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Saturday sun through the door.
Mom 1 eggs, Dad reads the news,
Little Johnny 2 his shoes.
Windows shut, AC 3, 4 door left open---someone...
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the 5,
Seven stories down, but the 6 prevailed.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,
Good 7 wrapped him up again.
Hallelujah, hallelujah---thank the tree!
Seventh-floor 8, wild and free.
Mom on the phone, Dad at his desk, 9 Tuesday, coffee's a mess.
Susie and Betty watch cartoons play,
Johnny slips out---no one sees him 10. 11 wail, neighbors shout,
Parents race---fear turns 12 out...
Thought we lost him in the 13,
Angels wore 14 leaves too.
Poolside policeman, 15 grace,
Smiled and said, "Kid's got a guardian's 16."