Naughty Bobby Biscuit
There was a little boy whose name was Bobby, poor Bobby Biscuit couldn’t help it but he was oh so naughty,
He tried very, very hard to be as good as he should, but everybody knew that he never, never would,
He salted poor defenceless slugs; he broke his fathers’ favourite mugs,
He would scratch in his nose at the most inappropriate times, though I must admit these are not major crimes,
He would fart and burp in anybodys' house, it did not matter whose and he even put mice in his beloved mothers’ shoes,
His mother and father could no more and they locked him in the basement ...