| Splinter All the times I got a splinter These three women, at one time or another Were there to rescue me from the pain Momma, Nana, Jane Three courageous women In my eyes Pulled out the slivers Every time They�d hold out my hand So they could see �Everything�s going to be fine� Is what they�d tell me I�d squint my eyes closed If the wood was really in there I might have started to cry And shed a few tears As she squeezed the spot My head started to spin But I�d watch intently While the needle pricked my skin Five minutes before it came out I held my hand And let out a shout �I got a splinter!� I said out loud but, of course no one was listening, there was no one around. So I walked the road Back to my house To have my mom Take the splinter out. |