I'm packing my jeans and my under wear, too

And I've found a ship bound for sea.

For if Mom and Dad read what I wrote on the wall

Its going to be the curtains for me.

Its just a word,

It seemed harmless at first

It has only four letters in all,

I did it in pencil, Its not very dark,

Its so nice and neat and so small.

But best to be safe

so I'd better be off

to sail for those distant lands,

For my one little word

is the kind of word that will grow

hair on the palms of your hands.

So its me for the window

and down to the yard

of course I could just turn my pencil around

and erase it,

all right then I will !