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The lad picked out a massive oak
With its branches high in the air,
These were the fateful words he spoke:
"Gramp, can you put it way up there?"
Grandpa was a prideful old man,
He’d stand on his head for this tot.
"Well, I’ll do the best that I can."
Then a long wood ladder he got.
It took work, but he raised the thing,
Until the top rung reached the branch.
As he climbed, it started to swing.
Falling, he had only one chance.
Grampa grabbed the limb and held tight,
As the ladder dropped to the ground.
Grandma ran from the house in fright,
Startled by the loud crashing sound.
High up, Gramp swung over the limb,
The rough bark pressed against his ear.
His dismayed grandson yelled to him,
"The new birdhouse is still down here."
© Richard McCusker
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