It all started innocently enough...

I was hangin' with the mini homies and Penelope the Pig was off to school

but then the 3 year old said she needed a backpack.

 So, rather than put the pig to work

or tell her she could buy her own backpack with some money from her summer job

I said: "Hey, I can make a pig a backpack"

The pig requested Pu's favorite colours, go figure.

But then, all these guys wanted backpacks too...

And suddenly I saw my life flash before my eyes in the mini back pack sweatshop

of my own design

calloused fingers, bloodied tips,

sewing tiny little satchels for monkeys whose arms were stitched to bananas

while my real children played in their own filth

Everyone had very specific requests

Now that the posse is ready for and adventure

I wonder what tomorrow will bring

It's almost always the monkey that starts the trouble.