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I know a lot of things About a lot of things But the thing I know the most about Is me Stevie
I know that I am eleven years and two months old And that my hair is brown And my eyes are green And I’m allergic to peanuts
I know I have a mum Whose room is right next to mine And that sometimes we tap and scratch on the wall at night Morse code is good for scaring nightmares away I know that
I know I have a dad And I know that he lives far away And I know that’s not my fault And I know that that’s OK
I know that I have a funny name Because the doctors said my mum was going to have a baby boy But then I popped out A slimy wriggly baby girl And she liked the name too much by then So Stevie it was And Stevie I am
I know I like the color purple And things that sparkle And science and books And cats and stars and space
I know that I broke my pinkie finger once And that now It sticks out funny
I know I’m afraid of zombies and clowns And not much else I know I can be brave But that sometimes it’s hard
I know a lot About me
There’s only one thing In the whole of me That I don’t know
It’s something funny It’s in my chest And sometimes my tummy And always my head It’s a fizzy feeling Warm and squishy And it makes me blush And it only happens When I look at my friend Chloe
And I don’t know what it is Exactly