I pushed you down when you were four
because you had never been that annoying before.
You cried and cried
and I wanted to punch you until you died.
Our moms came in
and asked what made the cry baby sing.
You stopped your tears and told them the truth.
After yelling and screaming, I got the boot.
But I didn't regret it, not one bit,
because I loved it when you threw your fits.
And even though you're okay now,
I still sometimes want to push you down.