The Sandbox - King Missile

And I would go

And I would go everyday… almost to the sandbox

And…'cause I loved the sandbox so much

And…'cause I had my pail and my shovel

And, and my shovel

And I would play in my sandbox

And it would be so fun

And I would make mountains in the sand

And would have so much fun

And and, but one day I went to the sand box

And it was so sad

And I cried and I cried

Because someone took a dutie in my sandbox!

Some one took a dutie in my sand box!

And, and, and that was so bad

And, and, and, that was so bad

And that was so disgusting

And how could they do that?

And that was so bad

And I didn’t see it

And I sat… right down in it

And it felt swishy

And I got up and I cried and I cried and I cried

And… why didn’t they clean up after themselves?

Why didn they clean up the mess?

And.

and, and now my pants are dirty and

I’m crying

And I’m crying

And I’m crying

And I’m never going to the sand box again!

I’m never going to the sand box again!

And I hate everybody!