In our Family, we have seven kids,
Well, that's how many I thought we did.
But whenever I do a count.
I never get to that amount.
More often than not there's a few more,
Sometimes I think we have a swinging door.
I love it when they all appear,
Filling the house with laughter and cheer.
But whenever the friends all go home,
And I think we're all alone,
Somebody says that name,
Then I know he's here again.
Everytime something is not right,
And the kids wind up in a fight,
Wasn't Me always gets the blame,
I know we didn't give any of our kids that name!.
I hear his name frequently everyday,
I didn't do it, "It Wasn't Me!", they'd say.
Now I've come to the conclusion, he's just a naughty boy,
But never having set eyes on him is beginning to annoy.
I can't recall when he first came,
But I do know he is always to blame.
As soon something goes amiss,
"It Wasn't Me!," the kids all hiss.
Well, I wish this kid would just go home,
And leave our Family all alone.
Things were great before he came,
I had the kids almost tame!
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