I open the larder shelf

to get some chocolates for myself.

My mother warns me herself,

"Don't you dare!

Those are for little Clair!"

"Clair? When, where and how?"

"Your aunt is dropping her now."

The doorbell rings and its time for me to bow.

"Don't you dare

being rude to little Clair!"

As the little devil enters, I say

"I’m going. I have a match to play!"

"Take her along." Mom says to make my day.

"Don't you dare

refusing! Take little Clair!"

On our way we meet Mr. and Mrs. McCall 

"We're going to play baseball

Though Clair'd rather be with you all."

"Don't you dare

to take little Clair!"

I reach the field without company,

to hear the news instantly,

"No match due to the absence of Danny."

"Don't you dare

complain! He's gone to meet little Clair."

I leave the field full of frustration,

my Sunday ruined due to the cancellation.

Clair's a problem without a solution!

I murmur, "Don't you dare

act smart with little Clair!"