There once was a maiden of most ungraceful nature.
She would walk and stumble and tumble and fall… before she’d stumble some more!
She’d walk into doors and slip on the stairs.
She was even know to trip on what wasn’t there.
She was the clumsiest maiden of all.
It was a guarantee at some point in the day,
She would fall so often. Bets were made!
Whether it was a ball, the fair, her house,
She’d trip over a mouse.
Her drink would fall.
She’s over the wall.
Because… She is the clumsiest maiden of them all!
Maybe she would make a great court jester.
She’d still be a nuisance.
She cannae rhyme.
She lacks hand-eye coordination.
She is the clumsiest maiden of them all!
She is the wobbliest lass.
Never trust her a task,
That requires poise or lack of noise.
She’ll come crashing through the living room,
Take everything out two by two.
She is the clumsiest maiden of them alllllll!
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