The Messy Fairy
When
little boys and girls aren’t home
The
fairies use their tiny phones
To
wake a sleeping monster from his bed
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
He
stomps your paints across the floor
He
pulls your pants out from their drawer
He
gets your books out then plays war instead
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
He
throws your toys out of the box
He
chucks about your smelly socks
And
fills your shoes with little rocks instead
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
He
snaps your pen and bursts your ball
He
scribbles crayons up the wall
And
soon your battery toys have all gone dead
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
He
chews your gum then sticks it where
He
knows it makes the grown up’s swear
He’d
love to get it in your hair instead
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
The
Messy Fairy is his name
He
never puts things back again
He
knows that you will get the blame instead
There’s
not a tidy thought up in his head
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