Dad came home to find little Bradley
Sitting on the porch looking sadly
A sullen look he did grace
There were tears upon his face

“Why are you crying, my little man?”
Daddy asked when he got out of the van
Sitting right next to his little boy
Dad hoped to give him a cuddle of joy

“Mum, was in the lounge room hanging a photo.”
Bradley sobbed a few times and spoke really slow
In his little voice there was even a stammer
“Holding the nail, she hit herself with the hammer!”

“Then why are you the one who is crying?”
Daddy did ask, compassion he was supplying.
“I’m crying because,” Bradley said with a wriggle
“When it first happened all I could do was giggle!”