Wasn'T Me

In our Family, we have seven kids, Well, that's how many I thought we did. But whenever I do a count. I never get to that amount. More often than not there's a few more, Sometimes I think we have a swinging door. I love it when they all appear, Filling the house with laughter and cheer. But whenever the friends all go home, And I think we're all alone, Somebody says that name, Then I know he's here again. Everytime something is not right, And the kids wind up in a fight, Wasn't Me always gets the blame, I know we didn't give any of our kids that name!. I hear his name frequently everyday, I didn't do it, "It Wasn't Me!", they'd say. Now I've come to the conclusion, he's just a naughty boy, But never having set eyes on him is beginning to annoy. I can't recall when he first came, But I do know he is always to blame. As soon something goes amiss, "It Wasn't Me!," the kids all hiss. Well, I wish this kid would just go home, And leave our Family all alone. Things were great before he came, I had the kids almost tame!