Blame It On the Pixies

"Did you pinch your sister?"
asked Mom angrily.
Not me! Not me!
It must have been the pixie.

"Why is your room so dirty?"
Dad asked testily.
It wasn't me! It wasn't me.
It must have been a pixie.

"Who spilled the milk?"
asked Grammy irritably.
Not me! Not me!
It must have been the pixie.

"Who wants a hug?"
asked Mother tenderly.
"Pick me! Pick me!"
yelled a pixie mischievously.

"Who dropped this shiny quid?"
asked dear, sweet Uncle Sid.
"I did! I did,"
said the pixie disguised as a kid.