You say I am too skinny,
and you call me a *****.
You are kind of mean.

You take all that I have to eat
and you steal my treat.
You are pretty mean.

You take my money
and ****** my honey.
You are really mean.

Mommy says I have to fight back
and stop you from stealing my snack.
I think you will maybe stop being mean.

Turns out Mommy was wrong
you sang a mean song
about me
and you stole Miss Becky's tea
and blamed it on me.

Maybe you will never stop being mean.