I’ve climbed this tree in our back yard
against my mother’s wishes.
The reason is she says I must
wash and dry the dishes.
She says since I am growing up
I need to learn to work.
Then something made me really mad —
my little sister’s smirk!
“It isn’t fair!” I shrieked too loud,
sounding kind of crazy.
The reason I was so darn mad
is cause my sister’s lazy.
“Beth can dry!” I said through tears.
“I shouldn’t do it all!”
“She’s too young,” my mother said,
and I began to bawl.
And so I’m sitting in this tree
as mad as I can get,
but climbing up this tree is now
sure something I regret.
Mom has spied me in this tree,
and you should see her frown.
The reason I’m still sitting here is
cause there’s no way down.
Our cat was rescued from this tree
cause fire fighters came,
and when Mom has to phone them soon,
I’ll hang my head in shame.
The next time that I’m mad at Mom,
as mad as I can be —
the only thing that I won’t do
is climb this stupid tree.