I Think I'll Need a Bandaid

There’s a scratch on my finger from the cat
I was only petting him
Who’d have thought he’d do that?
And it doesn’t feel good
And there’s a sliver of wood
From the bench in the park where I sat
So I think I’ll need a bandaid (need a bandaid)
Or maybe three or four (or five or six or more)
And a bottle of that spray stuff
We just got at the store
Some sticky tape, a roll of gauze
And if you’d be so kind
A washcloth and a piece of ice
But not the iodine
No iodine
There’s a bump on my head from the wall
I hit it when I was playing with the beachball
I was climbing in a tree
When I fell and skinned by knee
It hurt, but I didn’t cry at all
There’s a hole in the sleeve of my shirt
On my arm there’s a scrape and some dirt
My friends were very sad
But I said it’s not too bad
As a matter of fact
It doesn’t even hurt yet