Mischief and Me

This be the way to go said she she waved her arms and smiled at me her hair was red and flying free and Mischief was her name She rode her pony 'round the bend she hollered back come on my friend this great adventure must not end and Mischief was her name she went ahead on out of sight I hurried on for fear of night I wanted her to be alright tho Mischief was her name her mother waited by the door "what have you two been waiting for? your supper's on,it's after four and Mischief ........ passed the blame.