The Stories of our Lives

With apologies to Don Henley

Little Orly comes in the living room in her overalls
As all she wants to do is climb, climb
Ne’er mind the injuries, the perils, the falls
And all she wants to do is climb, climb
The toys on the floor – no interest there
And all she wants to do is climb, climb
The fun she would have crawling through cat hair
And all she wants to do is climb
Sharpened corners all around
Unstable legs but
All she wants to do is climb, climb
Wincing parents, too late,
Witnessing a fall
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is climb
And stand on her feet
She don’t plan a way to get back down
She wants to stand up
She wants to see all
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is climb
Well, her parents they keep their eyes
On that girlie on the floor
And all she wants to do is climb, climb
To keep the babe from bad hurt
They won’t go really far
And all she wants to do is climb
But that don’t keep Orly
From growing up super fast
And all she wants to do is climb, climb
She graduated now
To a low crib mattress
And all she wants to do is-
And all she wants to do is climb
And stand on her feet
Well, she reaches up now
To the coffee table top
There goes another surface
They’ll have to clear out
Watch out for the soon-to-be toddler
Before we know
She’ll be running around
Cause all she wants to do is climb
And stand on her feet
Never mind about getting back down
She wants to stand up
She wants to see all
All she wants to do is-
All she wants to do is climb
All she wants to do is climb
And stand on her feet
All she wants to do is climb

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