The Gift
He looked into my eyes and told me
‘I’ve brought you something’ he said
‘A Thousand Million ant hairs
To put upon your head’
‘Thank you for the present”
I managed to say at last
He’s only 7 years of age -
I knew I had to think fast
‘I’m not sure that I need them’
I patiently replied
‘But I think mummy would love them’
Full of mischief then, I lied
Suspiciously he looked up
Blonde hair and eyes like honey
“Do you think she’ll really like them?
I’ll give them to our mummy”
“A good idea my brother
Run to her now - make haste
Surprise her with your present
And stick them on her face!”
A Thousand Million ant hairs
Were returned to me in time
Each one had a barb attached
Reminding me of my crime
It’s hard to be a good girl
When little brothers are about
But it was worth it, I tell you
To hear Mother’s hysterical shout!
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