Messy Boys

Jibber jabber, pitter patter; another one is screaming, now what's the matter? Little feet, stinky feet, how many rocks did you just eat? Sticky hands, runny nose; did you just pick your nose with your toes? Booger picking, booger eating; do we need to have another prayer meeting? Messy house, stained up clothes; with these three boys, anything goes. Terrible two's and attitude; where'd they learn to be so rude? Barely brushed teeth and messy hair; what's this in your underwear? Trucks and tractors, bottle rockets; is that a frog in your pocket? Muddy fingers, muddy toes; this time we're going to need the hose. Terrible two's, or is it three's? Just how many nerves can they squeeze? Pig goes oink, cow goes moo; now where'd you leave your other shoe? Spiders, snakes, and lizard tails; collections of rocks, coins, and shells. Slides and ladders, sticks and stones; please dear Lord, no broken bones. Arts and crafts, scissors and glue; oh no, now we need a new hair cut too. Stubbed up toes, scraped up knees; Momma, will you kiss it please? Hide and seek, baseball in the yard; raising three boys can't be that hard. Lots of snuggles, lots of hugs; Don't stick your fingers in the plugs. Twinkle twinkle little stars; bumps and bruises, little big scars. Bedtime stories and lullabies; now it's time to rest your eyes. So, good night moon and good night stars; forever you three boys will own Momma's heart.