You incurred your father’s wrath again
For what you’ve done today.
And if you take my wise advice,
You’ll keep out of his way.
You’ve done the things he clearly said
Were things you shouldn’t do,
And you‘ve left the toilet dirty
And I had to flush your poo.
You kicked your football very high
And broke the greenhouse roof.
It’s no good you denying it
For Daddy’s got the proof.
Your father’s angry, with just cause,
For what you said to him.
You told him that you’d learnt at school
Wrath was a deadly sin.
I’ll tell you what’s a deadly sin –
It’s you and no mistake.
Ah! I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Come, let us share some cake.
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