Don’t Tattle on Me Caleb Hyles

Parker(Kid):

I can't sleep
Leap out of bed
Creep down the hall
Sneak down the steps
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up
What could it be?
That motor-mouth
Those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking Tattletail!
Who babbles without fail
But don't tattle on me!!
Don't tattle on me!!
'Cause Mama's sleeping
And Mama's scary...
No don't you speak!
Or I might scream!!
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do...
Hide and Seek
Under the tree
Red glowing eyes
Are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you
Feed you treats
Hey, who's the toy herе?
You or me?
Infernal presеnce in the presents
Unsettled machine
But don't tattle on me!
Don't tattle on me!!
'Cause Mama's listening
And Mama's scary...
No don't you speak
Or I might scream!!!
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do...