My Secret

My folks will sure be angry

when I tell them the truth.

In fact, they’ll be so angry,

I know they’ll hit the roof.

They’ll disconnect my TV

because I broke their trust.

I wish I could avoid this,

but tell them — now I must!

Last night, just after supper,

my dad said, “Guess what, Son!

Your mom and I decided

this family needs some fun.”

“And so, we’re going camping.

We’re leaving Friday night.”

And since my dad’s announcement,

I’ve really been uptight.

You see, I have a secret,

I hide beneath my bed,

But if we camp for two weeks,

I’ll find my secret dead.