Confessions...

Once I had a friend, his face was fine and fair
He was a handsome little fellow even though he had no hair.
He was younger and smaller, but still we had fun
Playing all day under the sun.


Sadly, the reverie would not be to last
For he was gone before three days had passed
I mourned his death, and laid him to rest
Wiped the tears from my eyes because he was the best.
We were nice pals, old buddies, good chums
As to the cause of his death I have kept mum.
Until now....

I did it! It was I, his best friend!
Me, whom with his time he did spend!
He was murdered by me! I can tell no lie.
I did him in in the open, beneath the blue sky.

We were building a tree-house, but the board slipped from my hand,
He was crushed down below, in my box filled with sand.
"KEVIN!" I cried. "Speak to me, friend."
But he remained speechless, blank 'till the end.
His antennae were broken. He took his last breath
The legs curled up, sealing his death

Two years have gone since I've seen his face.
He's passed from the world, leaving no trace.
One can only blame me for the death of poor Kevin
And hope he's up there, there in ladybug heaven.