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Activity time out
One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very, very wrong
In captivity we, devised an escape plan
To sneak out man!
I mapped a simple route
To the front door, where we’ll scoot
Easy going down, the wooden stairs
Forgetting what was really fair
Together we sneakily, started down
Towards the frustrated, warden zone
Remember the third step, is a little creaky
Now, without regret, sneaky
Mom was cleaning the floors
Tip toe towards, the front screen door
All clear of sisters
(In a whisper)
Easy, does it, Scotty!
Then, I slipped and lost my footing
Hitting every step going
A loud noise
You can bet
We don’t need those toys!
(You can stop whispering)
Uh, ah, oh!
She had to know
Hearing her drop her cloth
Scotty started up the stairs, intimidated by the boss
To the top
Then gave me a brother spot
She doesn’t play fair
What, the, sweet, summer, grounded over the tears!?
Is going on out here!
Sending an energy, with summonsing fear
I will put my foot, up both of your, mischievous, misbehaving butts!
She took off her, fogged up glasses, and went a little nuts
Someone is getting this smack!
Scotty, get back!
For the team, you know
Out the bedroom window!
Don’t forget to, remove the screen
Remember what happened to me
Seen me plunge before, but never made it, one more
She’s now picking up steam!
Scott, you can do it, with ease, just slowly lean
I’ll take the rap
You can count on that
What did I tell you, two!?
This, just, won’t do!
Then everything stopped
A Scotty flash and, dropped
Right past the living room window
That a boy!
She must have seen him, in my eyes
Yelling, she turned to cry
You go get your brother!
In one long mutter
Now, she was really, starting to get bothered
She made me go get him or she’d tell father
Then she sent us back, to our bedroom
Ok, this, time, we’ll…