Burnt Grass

Christopher decided to make smoke bombs while watching Sydney Friday night. again..I am not sure who was watching who. He ended up burning our grass with the chlorine....it was all beautiful and green, best winter grass we have had. This is the third year in a row he has ruined the grass in the spring.

Today I wrote some lyrics about it to the tune of "There is a Green Hill Far Away". If you don't know the tune, click and set the music player to "music only" on the left side.

There is no grass in our backyard
Cause Christopher burnt it up
He made smoke bombs and ruined it
When he dumped out the cup

He says he's really sorry now
He says it every week
He doesn't seem to understand
Your wrongs you don't repeat

He has no phone its off again
It will be for awhile
We hope his brain will understand
Destructions not our style

We dearly dearly love this boy
No matter what he says
We just want him to learn control
Before he ends up dead