Ill will children
Are on a tantrum spree
Yelllin’ till blue
Ill will children
A mental age each one of three
They are no good
A worthless cadre, snarling snorters
Can’t keep quiet, just screaming meemies
Give us the heebie jeebies

We wish they would go away
Ill will children
They’re taking us on a lout ride
A blather crew
On a fool spree
As they’re releasing a brown tide
A shit-filled creek
It’s like watching a horror movie
Where they’re diddlin’
Wasting worthwhile time
While wallowing in the slime

Like bick’ring brothers and sisters
Whose ids are way out of hand
Their fathers and mothers
The caretakers, on the lam

We wish they would take some ’pam*
Bick’ring children
Do that or go bye-bye
And clear out of the Halls
Ill Will children
Your screaming fits make folks tired
Go off to where
You all can kick dirt
And get a red face
You need a thick quirt
On their shed-place-poo
These ill will children, a slew around
Such dunderheads form this crew, abound
Idjit children, not few