Spike Kids Poem by Ragy Sandid

Your kids are spies
They’re spies for who?
They’d tell lies
They’d tell them to you.

Quite the profession
Natural born liars
Lying even if in confession
Greatest make-belief suppliers

So they go to bed
Their pajamas are gadgets
They can’t shoot you dead
Too much fun lost in unwon bets

So you sleep with one eye
Open and so do they
How can you tell when they cry
They’re not crying for help on the way

Make them play sports, decide
Before their government decides for you
It’s only by one law that kids abide
It’s a secret code. Like to know it? Me too!