MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun, <br />Eyes that sparkle like the sun; <br />Mouth that's always in a smile, <br />Hands in trouble all the while. <br />Tugging this and tugging that, <br />Nothing that you don't get at, <br />Nothing that you do not do, <br />Roguish little tyke of two. <br /> <br />Prying round the house you go, <br />Everything you want to know, <br />Everything you want to see, <br />Bunch of curiosity. <br />Nothing's safe with you about, <br />Nothing you don't ferret out. <br />'No! No's!' do not hinder you, <br />Roguish little tyke of two. <br /> <br />All day long you tear and break, <br />Ruin follows in your wake, <br />Just as though the tables are <br />Made for little feet to mar; <br />Just as though I spend my cash <br />For pottery for you to smash; <br />You're destructive through and through, <br />Roguish little tyke of two. <br /> <br />Hands and feet are never still, <br />Ink you think is made to spill; <br />On from this to that you pass <br />To the sound of falling glass. <br />Cups, you think, were made to throw <br />On the hardwood floor below. <br />Gleefully their wreck you view, <br />Roguish little tyke of two. <br /> <br />But I'd rather have it so, <br />Than the home I used to know; <br />Rather have you crash and break, <br />Leaving ruin in your wake; <br />Rather have you tug and tear <br />Till the place is worn and bare, <br />Than the childless home I knew, <br />Roguish little tyke of two.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-home-wrecker/
