His name is Fred.
Fred likes to play,
When it's very late.
Whenever I see Fred,
I scream and I fret;
Poor poor little Fred,
Around the corner, he fled.
Little does Fred know,
This is hardly the show.
For the Exterminator comes tomorrow,
To bring Fred lots of sorrow.
So eat up, Fred,
The crumbs, the chocolates, and the bread.
Tomorrow your neck belongs to Ed.
A quick "snap!" and Fred is dead.
MY GOD, it's July already? What happened to the month of June?? *sob sob* I only finished a few items on my June To Do List, now my July To Do List is looking twice as big - UGH!!!