There’s a thing on our swing!
He was not invited
But he’s swinging and singing
And getting excited.

He’s clearly unclear
That this is our yard.
What creature would show
Such a bold disregard?

He’s too big for the swing
And I’m worried he’ll break it.
The crossbar is bending
And I just can’t take it.

He is large and he’s strange
But he’s clearly naive
And he’s got to go.
Go tell him to leave.