Head pin,
yes you,
as I roll down…
the lane,
it’s true,
you start to frown.
One step
two steps
three steps four…
back swing
release
and I’m on the floor.
Towards the gutter
I go
to the right…
another zero,
uh oh,
it’s not looking bright.
But wait a second,
hold on,
can it be?
Back to the left
I go
faster than a flea.
The lane is greasy,
I’m shiny,
and spinning your way…
head pin
here I come
it’s not your day.
You wobble
one way
and then the other…
down you go
taking with you
nine of your brothers.
Strike for me
this time
I’ll do a little dance…
next frame
I’ll do the same
can’t leave it up to chance.
Before then
I’ll rest a bit
and let the others play…
but when I’m up,
head pin,
I’m headed your way!