This is not a story of a paper clip,
But a clothesline clip which would often trip.
Holding the clothes line tight, the baby tried to walk,
Unaware the clip could walk and loudly talk.
The astonishing thing started one stormy night,
When the clip was soaked and began to fret.
“I am sick of this place! I want to move!”
“Then try!” said a morning dove.
The clip said, “I shouldn’t! That’s the law.”
The dove said, “Well that law certainly has a flaw.”
The clip thought, maybe the dove is right
And began pulling with all its might.
Faster and faster the wind blew,
The line was loose, I wish the clip knew
Plop ! It fell to the ground
And it started to bounce.
The dove flew away
The light broke the dark day
The clip danced joyfully
It’s heart opened happily
As it tasted freedom
In its own kingdom.
It was the clip, the clip that walked
And don’t forget, it loudly talked !