The Bratty Kid

This bratty little kid would run and shout
He wanted it his way, and if not he would pout.

This bratty little kid always got his way
Until one day
His grandparents came to stay.

They saw the problem first hand
So they sent his parents to a marching band
And the grandparents - they took a stand.

They had him scrub the floor
And take the trash out the door.

It was enough for him
But they wanted more.

So work he did
And he was forbid.

To have won
He could not have fun
Until his chores were done.

And his parents could not come home
Until he made a kaca patri dome.

They were so strict
His head felt like a brick.

And at last his parents came home
To see his fancy kaca patri dome.

And it gave him and them a smile
That would last for a long while.