I’ve been a little horror –
Oh, I’ve been a little beast,
But I think that all my badness
Has at last been all released.
I hid my father’s slippers and
I also hid Mum’s purse,
But the fact they’ve been kind to me
Has made it even worse.
I wouldn’t go to bed at night.
I shouted and I yelled!
I bought three little stink bombs
And goodness how they smelled!
I did all this, and things much worse
And I lost the backdoor key.
But it made me feel so very bad
When they were kind to me.
I told my Mum I’d brushed my teeth
And for sure this was a lie.
Then I said I’d done my homework,
But I hadn’t even tried.
So when my birthday came around,
Who bought me a nice present?
Who made a cake and sang to me,
To make my birthday pleasant?
Of course it was my family
For they do their best for me,
And being mean to such nice folk
Is wrong, you must agree.
So I’m going to turn my wrongs to rights,
To bring them love and joy
And starting from tomorrow,
They’ll discover this new boy.
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