Ouch
Ouch, What was that
Mom, I got an ouy
And now it’s red and ooy
So here I just sat
Mommy, tell me why it hurts
When I’m just with all my heart
Trying to do my part
And I only just began to start.
Your skin is soft and tender
Whatever‘s hard and sharp
Will surely be an offender
When pressed in very far
Jesus made you special
And when you are not in trouble
There is no ouy
But when you do have to be sorry
He will make it well.