Bedtime Is At Eight
Bedtime is at Eight
By Elton Camp
Rearing kids can be okay
Yet, for bedtime, hooray!
A blessed interval of quiet
Before collapsing for the night
Especially for Mom, it’s a treat
Free from the patter of little feet
All the hungry mouths are fed
They’re clean and in their bed
Kid, get in your bed or fear
That ogre mother will appear
It’s a transformation you won’t like
So obey your bedtime, little tyke
Lest she commence to scream and yell
Like a mom who’s straight from hell
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