Tempers and Attitudes

Tempers and attitudes in our house did stay Guess it was because we were raised that way Things could get bad when one of us got mad If you escaped unhurt, then be really glad For the attitudes would flare And tempers would rage We were all quite violent for our age With our fists our problems were solved I know that may sound unorthodox to all But in our home, an evil ruled In being mean, we were schooled My brother and sister were taught well Mess with them and you’ll pay hell One day while they were playing together Sitting by the stove because of cold weather My brother had taken sis’s doll away With her, this was not how to play She got mad and started to cry My brother laughed as he watched her whine Well then she thought that little brat If he wants to fight, then I’ll just fight back So into the ashes from under the stove She reached in and pulled out a bolt A bolt from a rail road tie I believe And trust me when I say they’re big She turned around and without a word A big loud crack from his head could be heard Golden blonde hair now soaked with blood I had watched from where I stood This little girl with such cute curls Has proven that she’ll rock your world If you mess with her or her dolls You’d better run at least three miles For her revenge is not too good My brother knows and this is understood For underneath that cute exterior Is the soul of a very brave warrior