I have a secret, you see And it is all about me Though not like it’s very hidden. I’m an imp, if you wish it, I do tend to fidget But I do so rather quietly. Silent footsteps behind you, Now sneaking isn’t meant to Scare when my approach comes nearer. I might give you a ***** And you’ll jump like a kook, But try not to be so surprised. There will be a next time Do not make it a crime When I appear out of nowhere.
It’s the ideas that I plant Inside heads when I can’t Act on such good tricks to be played. Tie his laces to chairs Not a classmate will care, And Teacher blames only the boy. This, but one example, Of things that I’m ample To come up with everyday. Now if you’re real careful And seem quite delightful, I’ll just have to let you be, Although Tricksy Grandma did name me.