Bad Little Boy Named Percy!
A Dr Seuss inspired children’s verse about a bad little boy.
“So, my little Kookaburra what kind of bedtime story would you like tonight? A singing kangaroo? The magical shampoo? Or old Scooby-Doo?”
“None of that rot will do. I wanna hear the story of the bad little boy named Percy LeGrue!” the tucked-in little girl exclaimed out loud.
“Cousin Percy again?”
“Yes!” she almost shouted.
“Well, okay, once upon a time there was a bad little boy named Percy. He stomped down the halls; he wrote on the walls; he broke all the laws; and he spat in the vase.
He had tussled blond hair; big blue eyes that stared like he just doesn’t care. He even ran up and down the stairs!
“One day he did a deed that everyone agreed was too mean to be believed! He sneaked upstairs to Grandpa’s private commode with a jar of Vaseline. Later when Grandpa went to sit on the loo, slid right off and yelled ‘WOO WOO WOO!’
“’If you cut that boy’s hair you’ll find horns!’ Grandpa declared as he rubbed his derriere. Grandma just stood, her eyes open wide. ‘I’m gonna get a hickory switch and tan his hide!’
“Percy overheard that last and was quite aghast. He wiped off his smirk and went down to lurk for the very best place to hide in the scary dark basement. They searched high and low. Where did that brat go? Couldn’t find him all that afternoon. Finally brought in Lexy the dog who sniffed and sniffed until his nose took him down to the old furnace room.
“There was Percy curled up fast asleep, inside the furnace about to kick on! They barely got him out as the flames lashed about and poor Percy was burned on the bum!
“Treated like a king for surviving everything, despite not being able to sit down, he went right back to slamming all the doors, tracking mud on the floors, getting lost in a crowd, and talking too loud. Percy remained a bad little boy.”