I am the worst kind of only child.

With a boxful of toys, I sit and play

Tinker, dabble, twist, defile

consorting them, contorting them.

I scheme and plan.

 

Unhappy unless I get my jealous way

Which toys life can I wreck today?

How many ways can I bend and warp?

Toy with their emotions without a thought.

 

I am the worst kind of only child.

And I don't care.

My broken toys distress me

I sit and scream and scream and scream.

Crocodile tears flow.

 

I am the worst kind of only child.

With a boxful of broken toys,

I move on to the next.