He must have said as he walked in the door.
And I thought he was lying till I picked up that thread;
I heard it hum in my head as I sat on the floor.
He said, "Don't start with crying or I'll send you to bed!
But let us, instead, begin with this tug-of-war!"
I made some knots for tying, till my hands felt like lead,
And the floorboards ran red and my knuckles were sore.
Then he started sighing about the color I bled
Saying I would not get fed and should now live no more.
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