Umm and Err Cannot Decide

Umm and Err can never decide On things to do or places to hide. Which clothes to put on? What games to play? What food to eat? They cannot say. Mum asks them again, again and again, So many times, it drives her insane. “What do you want? You must give me a clue. If you don’t tell me soon, what can I do?” But the pair stare blankly at their mum, And Err says, “Err…” whilst Umm says, Umm…” At the shops both brothers want a drink, When asked which one they cannot think. Some water perhaps, or maybe some juice? Still, the boys do not know which drink to choose. Mum tries to help, “Some milk could be nice?” Perhaps they could choose by rolling some dice. “Hot chocolate?” says Mum. “Or, maybe iced tea? Lemonade tastes nice. Do you agree?” But the pair stare blankly at their mum, And Err says “Err…” whilst Umm says… “Umm…” At the park the brothers run to the swings, The slide, the roundabout and other playthings. But they cannot agree on which ride to choose, If they don’t act quick, they both could lose. Mum puffs her cheeks. She is close to despair. What should she do with this uncertain pair? The rain starts to fall and it’s time to go, They rush to the car as the wind starts to blow. “Shall we drive home?” asks poor mum, But Err says, “Err…” whilst Umm says. “Umm…” Their story continues day after day, For Umm and Err do not know what to say. Whenever they have to make a choice, They always seem to lose their voice. They cannot pick which book to read, Which pet they should buy is never agreed. What colour, which fruit: apple or pair? Which coat, T-shirt or hat to wear? The boys stare blankly at their mum, And Err says “Err…” whilst Umm says, “Umm…” Then, all seems to change on one special day. The boys greet their mum and both of them say, “Shall we go out and do lots of great things, Like play on the slides, but not on the swings. Then a glass of milk with an apple and pair, And we’ll even choose our own clothes to wear.” Mum just stares blankly. She has been struck quite dumb, She can only say, “Err…” followed by, “Umm…” For her two dear sons have suddenly changed, It’s as if their minds have been re-arranged. Now Umm and Err always decide, On things to do and places to hide. Which clothes to put on, and what games to play. They always have plenty to say. The boys are so happy, you can see in their eyes, For, finally, it seems they have both realised… That to get what you want and to have the most fun You must make a choice, and not Err… or Umm…