Blueberry

My mother always told me: "Never shout when you step on a needle. It's not like you're tumbling down a cliff. She said: "Lick your wounds if you must, but clench your teeth and keep your voice unheard."
The tip of my toe looked like a bleeding blueberry, but the movement of the clouds; they always calmed me when I was passing out
If I wasn't scared I'd scream much louder, and maybe then I'd be alright with me
If I had wheels I'd be a wagon, if I wasn't I then you'd fall in love with me