Aug 29
I’m packing my jeans and my underwear too;
I’ve found a ship bound for the sea
For if my mom and dad read what I wrote on the wall
It’s going to be curtains for me
It is a word
It seemed harmless at first
It has only four letters in all, I did it in pencil
It’s not very dark; it’s so nice and neat
And really quite small
But best to be safe,
I’d better be off to sail to those far distant lands
For my one little word
It’s the kind of word that will grow hair in the palms of your hands
So it’s me to the window and down to the yard
And away I go over the hill
Of course I could just turn my pencil around and erase it
All right then I Will!!
