Thunder and blunder, I curse these wicked hands!
Curious and curiously sticky, they fiddle and wiggle;
I just wish I knew what you’ve gotten them into.
Glitter glue? Bubblegum, or just something blue?
Bah, I’ll go crazy before the truth comes out!
By then the stains will have set in, no doubt.
C’est la vie, my dear white shirt. C’est la vie!