Evil Eva’s ten years old,
Got a slingshot made of mold.
Wears one sock and a crooked crown,
Burnt her toast and burnt the town.
Evil Eva, creepin’ down the hall,
She feeds the goldfish ketchup, draws on every wall.
Nobody’s safe from her stinky stare,
Her teddy’s scared and her chair’s not there.
She once replaced the soap with glue,
Then turned the hamster invisible too.
She rides a scooter with bat wings on,
Sings lullabies that sound all wrong.
Don't drink weird stuff, she says with a grin,
Then cackles and dives in the recycling bin.
She smells like socks and pickle pie —
People run when she walks by!
Evil Eva, tiny terror queen,
Ruinin’ birthday parties since she turned thirteen —
Wait, no, she’s ten — she lies a lot.
Was she born in a haunted parking lot?
If you hear a laugh and the lights go black,
Eva’s here — and she’s coming back.
She’s not mean, just misunderstood...
Okay, she’s evil — but it’s kinda good.
