Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street.
"When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later.
"Never," said Tracy Jo.
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If you have an awful problem
That you can't solve in your head,
Then you'll write it on a paper,
And you'll take it to your bed.
Put it underneath your pillow,
Then lay down and sleep upon it.
Then will come the problem fairy
With her silver dress and bonnet.
She will take your problems one by one,
And swish them all away.
And then all your problems will be solved,
And none of them will stay.
(And if your problems multiply,
Don't yell or scream or curse,
But the problem fairy's changed her mind,
And made your problem worse!)
That you can't solve in your head,
Then you'll write it on a paper,
And you'll take it to your bed.
Put it underneath your pillow,
Then lay down and sleep upon it.
Then will come the problem fairy
With her silver dress and bonnet.
She will take your problems one by one,
And swish them all away.
And then all your problems will be solved,
And none of them will stay.
(And if your problems multiply,
Don't yell or scream or curse,
But the problem fairy's changed her mind,
And made your problem worse!)