Climbed up to the gable,
And sat on the table.
Slept on the sofa and chair,
Leaving a lot of hair.
Ran down the hall and across the bed,
And over my head.
Nipped my toes and fingers;
The hurt still lingers.
Dug in the plants,
Then did a little dance.
Chased the ball of string,
But would not a stick bring.
Would climb a tall tree,
But fall off your knee.
Sit for hours in your lap,
Then go and take a nap.
Turn over the trash,
With a big crash.
That's just the things I remember,
From the month of December.
