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!