When they play all alone,

Though no one can see him

Who’s already grown.

He plays in the schoolyard;

He lives down the street.

He’s never around

For your parents to meet.

When something bad happens

He takes all the blame.

He’s that awful bad boy

Who hasn’t a name.

In stories you tell

He your dastardly foe;

Who gets you in trouble

Wherever you go.

When your mom has to ask

Where your socks can be found,

He’s the one who has scattered

Your clothes all around.

But some day you’ll grow up

And your friend has to leave,

When you’ll learn that your parents

No longer believe.