Bah, Bah, Babysitters

Our luck's been bad with babysitters.
They never come again.
They're just a bunch of lazy quitters,
As chicken as a hen.

They told our mom that we're unruly,
The worst they've ever seen.
They're telling lies, I tell you truly.
It's just that they are mean.

We kids don't need a teen attendant
To tell us what to do.
We're halfway grown and independent.
Our childhood days are through.