Bad Boy Napper Betty Biddle

I was told when I was little Of Bad Boy Napper, Betty Biddle Betty Biddle bad boy napped Even made a bad boy trap She filled it up with dirty shoes Grease and grime and gooey ooze Betty knew bad boys can't wait To jump right in to bad boy bait Betty sat smiling in her swing Waiting for her trap to spring Betty Biddle stole bad boys If they wouldn't share their toys Off they went to the Land of Share And she fed them to a Selfish Bear For those who didn't clean their room She took them off on a Sweeping Broom Into the land of Do It Later She fed them to a Procrastigator Those who sassed their mom and dad Were hauled off to the Land of Bad She sliced and diced them in a vat And fed them to the Talk Back Bat Bad boys who skipped from school End up in the Land of Fool Drowning in the Dummy Pool Eaten by the Stupid Ghoul She stole bad boys from every town Strung them up and tied them down Took them to the Land of Gone Forever buried in her lawn Bad Boy Napping Betty Biddle Stole bad boys when they were little But I never knew that Betty Biddle Cause I was an angel when I was little