Classic Poem

To-day, while sitting up in bed,
I tumbled forward on my head,
And then fell out upon the floor,
A thing I never did before.

My! what a dreadful fuss it made!
For everybody was afraid
I'd hurt my head or sprained an arm,
Or done myself some other harm.

I wasn't hurt the leastest bit,
But Mother almost had a fit,
And Father said, " Well, soon or late!
That's over with, at any rate! "