Come hither love; give me your hand,
let’s wipe those tears off your cheek.
Let’s scold the ground for being rough,
then do something about your knee.
Do not give up your play for fear
of falling down or getting hurt.
For life is all about the leap,
and being familiar with the dirt.
There now, my love, your knee is clean,
soon it will heal and be like new.
We grow and change, we break and mend,
and thrive so long as we brave the bend.