The Babysitter

The Babysitter Little Patti Mouse Use to come into my house And Mom and Dad would leave And Patti would be mean. She was the babysitter. We couldn't do a thing. We couldn't get a drink Or go out on the swings. We had to eat our supper And nothing after that. “But Mommy let's us have a treat.” “Get your jammies on you brat.” We didn't like Fat Patti As a mouse she was a rat. She gave us only one saltine That had to be our snack. We looked round at each other Five sister and two brothers. “We have to nip this in the bud” Should we tell our Mother? Instead the little seven mice went sneaking to the door. “ Here kitty kitty, kitty kitty, Come play upon the floor.” “Miss Fatti Patti, Miss Fatti Patti!” Storming to the door... “You little brats what are you doing?” Fatti Patti was no more...