My daughter is hiding behind an old chair;
She knows she cannot meet with my glare--
She cannot abide the weight of my stare
Because she knows she's being naughty.
Her toys are all scattered. Her room is a mess.
She stays in pajamas; she will not get dressed.
I can only imagine her training pants' cess.
My daughter is being quite naughty.
I'm taking her toys. I've turned off her shows.
If it will work--why, nobody knows.
I think I'm ensuring her sassiness grows,
For my daughter is being quite naughty.
The thing is, my daughter's usually a jewel,
Sweeter than honey and than ice more cool,
So it is that it's markedly cruel
When my daughter is being naughty.