I yip and yap, Yet brood all day, And look for stupid Things to say. I spy and glare And mutter too, To find a little Thing to do. I do not help, Just sit and judge And when they call I do not budge. But when I need A spot of aid That’s when I see My groundwork laid - They sit and laugh And roll their eyes And rebut all My earlier lies They shrug and sigh And tut and groan For when I ask - They all just moan! And last I see The fruit I raised The rotten core – All friendships razed. For now they see My colours true – Oh dear God, What to do?