Leander was an evil boy
and had the eye to prove it.
His body once contained a heart,
but someone had removed it.

While other boys were skipping stones,
Leander schemed and plotted.
If kindness grew inside of some,
inside of Lee it rotted.

He stole the honey from the bees
and perfume from the flowers,
and when the clouds released their rain,
the water from their showers.

He grabbed the hop away from frogs,
he swiped the sour from pickles,
and if a baby tried to laugh,
he took away its tickles.

Whenever robins laid their eggs,
he formed a plan to snatch them --
Leander looted every one
before their mothers hatched them.

He pilfered spots from butterflies,
their wings now drab and dreary,
and plucked the silver from the stars,
the world now sad and weary.

It seemed as if there were no way
to end Leander's evil,
until his mother had enough
and ordered his upheaval.

She'd let him steal from butterflies,
but starlight was her limit,
and so she fluffed her villain's bed
and tucked Leander in it.