I wish i knew my real ladder
But every-time i think of him i get sadder
My real ladder left home when i was small
And for a time i grew up with only a stool
My mum said that my real ladder was too tall
And one day when being rested against the wall
Someone came along and took him away
My mum said she begged him to stay
But he had other things to do
And left saying "I love you"
Mum married again and we now live in the garden shed
"We are a family again" She said
I am happy and i love my mum and trust her
And it's not so bad having a step ladder.
