Lyrics Scramble
Amelia's Awkward Date
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Section 1
Balcony door left open—someone…
Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Windows shut, AC hums,
Saturday sun through the door.
Little Johnny ties his shoes.
Mom flips eggs, Dad reads the news,
Section 2
Good fortune wrapped him up again.
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the rail,
Seven stories down, but the branches prevailed.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,
Seventh-floor miracle, wild and free.
Hallelujah, hallelujah—thank the tree!