Revenge

I’m watering the garden

on orders from my dad.

I’m soaking all the carrots

and really feeling glad.

The water’s like a sabre

I’m flashing high and low,

and while the sun is shining,

the water sure does glow.

But now I see my sister

who’s with her stupid friend

who always looks at me and smiles

and says, “How are you, Glen?”

Those stupid girls are whispering —

I sense the subject’s me,

and now they’re really giggling

and making sure I see.

Those girls are really stupid

cause everybody knows —

a boy is sure to get revenge

if that boy has a hose.

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