15 December 2012
Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy me,
burns her tongue on a cup of tea.
And if that's not enough for you
she burns her tongue on a bowl of stew.
Is shy with everyone she meets.
Constantly trips over her own two feet.
Her hair is always in her face.
Never seems to be in the right place.
Makes so many mistakes,
everything she touches she breaks.
Can never remember anyone's name.
Her socks are never ever the same.
Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy me, is as clumsy as can be!
Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy me • Opuss № I