Naughty Meg Butler

Naughty Meg Butler

Is in trouble again

She fell down the stairs

Because she’s a pain

The reasons quite clear

For this troubled Miss

Her bodies the size

Of Dover’s white cliffs

Though measures are taken

Every day

To keep her from eating

And losing her way

She hides in the cupboard

Looking for snails

Crawls in the attic

For dust covered quails

Or out in the garden

Eating the sun

Grass from the garden

And not having fun

At the end of the day

No wiser no thinner

She begs on her knees

For a mountain of dinner

Because we are kind

Give into her pleads

Provide her with food

With just what she needs

Plate full of lettuce

A radish or two

Cucumber slices

And cheese that is blue

She cries to the eyes

That it isn’t fair

Howled at the day

Though he wasn’t there

Weeks pass to months

Days into years

One day Naughty Meg

Had quite disappeared