My Nasty, Evil Twin
I took my daddy’s tools out and used them yesterday
To build a really cool fort where we could go and play
But someone left them out in the rain and rusted all away
and so I have been grounded and can’t go out and play!
I have an evil twin, I think, and that would help explain
He looks like me, he talks like me, but I think he’s insane
If something horrible happens, you can bet your skin
Somewhere there behind it is my nasty evil twin
The day my skateboard ran amuck into the flower bed
Geraniums were everywhere and lots of them were dead
I’m not the one who made it crash, so you know who it was
Mom gets mad and I get grounded for the things he does!
The last time that my twin went wild, he rampaged thru my room
my clothes went flying everywhere and toys and games were strewn
There was hamster poop upon the floor and other ghastliness –
it took me over a week-and-a-half to clean up all the mess!!
We’ll put him in the basement and we’ll tightly lock the door
and sometimes maybe hear his chains a-dragging on the floor
he’ll beg and roar to be let out, but we will keep him in,
cause he’s crude and rude and rotten, my nasty evil twin.
It wasn’t me, I’m innocent, whatever it might be
It had to be my nasty evil twin instead of me.
So if you come to visit – be careful what you do
For if my evil twin gets out – he may be after you!
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