Oh, that Jimmy he is a caution,
It's always the same every night!
At quarter of eight which is bath time,
little Jimmy will vanish from sight.
And then Mommy calls me to help her,
when Jimmy's again gotten free.
In just cowboy hat and a holster,
and catching him's left up to me.
He's little and fast and he's real hard to catch,
but catch him I must every night.
He kicks and he squirms and he may even scratch,
when I catch him, it's always a fight.
Yes I am the one who must chase him,
as he darts through the kitchen and hall.
I just wish sometimes I could spank him,
but I can't; he's simply too small.
My worry, you see, is not just for him,
he's so little, what harm could he do?
I'm worried that someone might see him,
my escaping kid brother all nude.
Sometimes my friends come over at eight,
to play or to watch some TV.
Just then there's the call; Jimmy's escaped!
And catching him's left up to me.
Up to his bedroom, I'm off like a flash,
If I'm lucky, I'll catch him real soon.
If I miss him in there, to the kitchen I dash,
to check on the cake batter spoon.
I missed him, he's gone, I wonder where now?
Oh no! His trike is gone too!
It's a tyke on a trike I have to catch now,
thank goodness he's just barely two.
Out the kitchen he goes, he's peddling hard!
(for a kid he really can ride).
I hope that the door is still firmly barred,
So that Jimmy can't ride nude outside!
From kitchen to den, Jimmy rides like the wind,
to catch him I have to move fast.
As I chase him I wonder, when will this all end?
How long can this little kid last?
In the den Jimmy dodges 'round sofa and chair,
on his trike, he's faster than me.
His red cowboy hat is flying midair...
(Mom says he'll outgrow this by three).
But what's this? The trike isn't moving!
Jimmy's panting from riding so fast.
As I tell him his bath will be soothing,
I pretend that he's out of my grasp.
Now I've got the edge, 'cause Jimmy's worn out,
his capture I hope I don't flub.
I've got him! I've won! Jimmy lets out a shout,
as I deliver him up to his tub!
Imagine the shock of this vision,
if you came to my door right at eight.
A wild little boy in just holster and hat,
It's Jimmy in his great escape!