I remember as a little girl,

when I was done with play,

I’d leave the school,

and sit a while upon a little step.

This step was where each morning,

I’d be left for school

And every evening Mummy came,

To take me home again.

Each Evening she’d come for me,

with a little treat surprise,

A bunch of polished purple grapes,

or else there would be cries,

upon this step I’d sit a while,

if trouble lead me so

Until I realised I was late,

And I would have to go.