There's certain things you need to do
And certain friends you ought to keep
'Ere entering the forest deep.
Without a lion from the zoo
The woodsy path's a road to rue
When discipline and reading's boring
Someone has to start the roaring.
A shuffling, shrieking wild man
Is also good to keep at hand
When the way gets muddy or gets lost
The kids can still go forth as tossed.
No childcare council's fully strong
'Til a dinosaur has come along.
For little boys respect no laws
Not enforced with teeth and claws.
It takes a wilderness to watch two boys
Their tricks and turns and broken toys
But so it falls an uncle's duty...
(OK, sure, Uncle Doug said "doody.")
I tell you this so those who follow
Won't find themselves down in the hollow,
Scratched and sore and damp with pee
Fare well but it's too late for me.
BRAT, n. A sausage to be grilled or boiled in beer.