It Wasn'T Me

Every time I do a smell I think it's cool, somehow just swell, I turn around and look to see If they caught on it was me. I cast a frown and act confused For all to know I'm quite bemused, I quickly learned this is the key To then bleat out...it wasn't me! I feign a gaze of sad and hurt Shuffle my feet across the dirt, How could they think this one sweet boy Would ever dream up such a ploy. I wait a while, just stand around Until all doubts have gone to ground, Then with a twinkle and much glee Another fly’s, followed by...it wasn't me!