Hey, when I ask you “What’s the matter?” I expect
A decent answer, and a measure of respect.
A muttered “Nothing!” doesn’t cut it, not a bit,
So now, whatever’s bugging you come out with it,
Whatever got your dander up, cut me some slack,
So that I don’t get in your mood, and give it back.
Okay, if that’s the way you want it, two can play–
I wish this wasn’t necessary, let me say!
Of course, I’m at a loss—and, yes, it makes me pout–
I don’t have anything I should be mad about.
© Richard Williams