I passed two weeks as a god
Tending to a demon child,
And when I tried to be good
To him, he turned mean and wild.

When I tried to discipline
Him, he took my name in vain.
His company was mischief,
And nothing could split the twain.

There were sudden outbursts, like
Tornadoes out of season,
And I was accused of false
Crimes, without rhyme or reason.

The child’s pathological,
Oh how the child loves to lie!
And blame god for everything
That should dare to make him cry.