Dangerous work

Ask me, mom,
Why am I crying,
Do you see my tears?
Now I need more sympathy,
More big hugs and kiss;
I worked hard, worked so slowly,
Made it step by step,
I forgot to take a walk
With Lucy and Ted.
Filled the bowl by fresh onion,
Cut it by the knife.
I think  it was dangerous
For my precious life.


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