Nothing But the Truth

Here comes papa, I think we are in a lot of trouble Get ready to hide, we better run on the double Playing in his car, an expensive classic 55 Chevy Didn’t mean to hit, the clutch and put it in the levy I love you spot, but I am scared to take the blame Besides you left a big brown spot that will leave a stain Do you think he will believe me when I tell him a fib? We could blame it on baby brother, lying in the crib Mommy says, to tell the truth and all will be well A spanking from daddy or go straight to hell Oh spot, help me we have to quickly make a decision Wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with better supervision That’s it Spot, let’s blame it on mommy’s failure to be In charge of watching us and leaving in the car a key Hello daddy, I have something important to tell you A bad man came today and took the car for a drive-thru Spot and I tried to stop him but he was very big in size He had checkered hair and big ugly black snake eyes We were scared so spot and I hid quietly near the well Watching and waiting for you to come home so we could tell ( Your a Little Kid Again) Little boy-age 4 Gere Barbera