Mum decides its time for bed
Theres nothing you can do,
Even if you stay real calm and try to talk it through;
She acts like shes the boss of stuff,
Thinks she runs the show,
Doesnt listen, doesnt care that you dont want to go.
You ask her for a story
And she mutters to herself
As she goes and finds the thinnest book thats stacked upon the shelf.
You say you really need a drink,
She says youll wet the bed,
Reminds you if you dont hush soon.... youre quiet if youre dead!
If you decide youre hungry
Her answer to your plea:
You should have had your vegies when I served them up for tea!
And if you say your tummy hurts,
And need your Mum to stay,
She gives a look that curls your toes before she goes away.
Sis and I, we play this game
To see how many times
Mum will keep her patience as again the stairs she climbs;
The signal that its over
And its time we should beware
Is when we hear its Dad whose feet are pounding up the stairs.