Dear Mr. and Mrs. Nit,
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
You just make up your bed
In my poor child’s head
I’m so angry, I’m thinking of suing!
You think you can just mosey on in
Drop your sleeping bags
Pick up your mags
And settle down with a bottle of gin?!
After downing a few
You both start to get flirty
Get down and do the dirty
And soon the whole place looks like a zoo!
You are experts at hide-and-seek
I bet you come out to party at night
Even giving the teddies a fright
But you vamoose as soon as anyone takes a peek!
Now the whole place is full of baby nits
And I know you adore your mini-mes
But they are like a swarm of busy bees
And the truth is, that they are annoying little twits!
Now I come to the end of this ditty
But my poor child is still scratching
And your little ones just keep on hatching
So leave NOW before I bring out the Nitty Gritty!
Have any of your kids suffered from the dreaded nits? How did you get rid of the pesky gits?