SCHEMAS.

He’s got those handy pliers,
With the eyes on,
And he’s going to use them to get his boogers out,
And you don’t want to know
What he’s making in his half moulds
Or piping thru his super-dooper dough extruder.

Man the boy’s getting noisy,
And that’s no mistake,
And he wants everyone to know what he’s making,
And if I happen
To be in the kitchen cooking
Then he calls me, repeatedly, until I have to look,

And invariably he’s dismantled
The castle that we built
The day before or emptied out his box of bricks,
Because according to statistics
His particular form of play
Is disconnecting or something as fetching,

As well as enveloping;
So to sum up his day:
He likes to be rude, crude, knock things over
And then hide in his tent
Which he makes an event of
Until you find him and hide again until he’s tired out.