Like a spring, he sprang into action.
Not quite deciding in which direction.
leaving his legs, in a terrible tangle
As he falls, hitting his head, on the wooden floor;
Reaching for the handle of the door.

A lump on his head grew, as big as an egg,
He thought he must walk, not run now, instead.
But then he had a great idea,
To wear a crash helmet, all year.

Even in bed, you’d see it on his head;
But this to a serious problem led.
As he grew, the helmet squeezed
Really hurt, when he sneezed.

His granny was shocked, at his strange shaped
head.
To the kitchen for a can opener, she sped.
She cut him free, to his delight,
Now sits still, he’s seen the light.