My Fussy Jussy
Fussy Jussy, you are such a pain.
There are days that you drive me insane!
What is in the mind of the eleven year old boy?
Why is it that you take so much joy,
In tormenting your sisters and taking their toys?
When in your heart you really know,
That when it comes to it, you love them so.
Yes, I've seen it. When a bully comes along,
You are right there, standing strong.
I've seen you glare them down,
Until they get scared and turn around.
For your sisters, you would fight, I know.
So really, why, why do you treat them so?