When Davey, my kid, takes a tumble And gets an abrasion or two, If you dare sympathize, he coolly replies: “It’s what I was trying to do”
When he smashes a toy he was fond of Or bursts a balloon that’s brand new, He’ll throw it away and brazenly say: “It’s what I was trying to do.”
That’s Dave’s philosophical system, And I think I will follow it, too; When I foozle and err, I will boldly aver It’s what I was trying to do
So, ye who don’t like these two pages, Don’t think I’ll be angry with you If ye say to me, “Fool, you have written plain drool”— That’s what I was trying to do.