The Big Bad Thing in My Collar

(A Poem for My Nephews and Nieces)

Bruce Tracy


There's a big bad thing in my collar
Little Jimmy did holler
It's big and it's bad
And it makes me real sad
This big bad thing in my collar

Is it a snake or a bug
I don't know but come here and tug
At this big bad thing in my collar

He pulled and he tore
At the collar he wore
He itched and he scratched
But he was no match
For that big bad thing in his collar

Then his mother did pull
On the tightly knit wool
Getting rid of a splinter
From his sweater for winter

Removing that big bad thing from his collar