Oh ceiling fan, high up in the air,
didn't know you were spinning, forgot you were there.
You do me the favor of keeping me cool,
when you wacked at my fingers, I felt like a fool.
When one has a stature, as tall as mine,
you keep me in check when I get out of line.
Raising my arms to put on my top,
you inform in a hurry, your blades will not stop.
So I bid you respect, give you your due,
now I'm off to get Band-Aids for my little boo-boo.