Oops

I've a scar on my finger

Second from the left

And I haven't the slightest where it came from.

But I have made up a story

(Quite a silly one, really)

And an answer it certainly suggests.

Once when I was two

I was up in a great tree

And I had never been very well balanced.

A cardinal came along

Singing his cheerful tune

And little young me was quite frightened.

So I jumped from the tree

Ran full speed back inside

And I got a nasty paper cut that never quite healed properly.

Sometimes poems have strange endings

Especially when they're made up

And I'm not sure what you were expecting.