Bed Times
"Lights out," Momma said.
"It's time for bed."
But it's too early,
I'm feeling squirrely.
"Pull your covers up," Momma said.
"Don't wiggle around so much."
Waiting until full dark,
I prepare to go out for a lark.
Throwing the blankets back.
Carefully creating a stack.
When Momma looks inside,
She'll think I'm asleep underneath to hide.
Slowly creeping across the floor,
I open the door.
No shoes upon my feet,
Makes it easier to creep.
Down the back doorsteps,
And around the corner.
"Get back in bed!
Thats an order!"
About dropped my tongue,
Scared me so much.
Crept back to bed,
As fast as I dared.
No lark for me tonight,
Momma caught my flight.
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