Why is it that when grownups talk to us
it is usually to make a fuss?
They are always quick with their do not’s and do’s
and seldom listen to our views.
When Mom asked if I could try
to get the baby not to cry,
I thought I’d recite him my little verse,
but I’m afraid that only made him worse.
On Sundays when we picnic in the park
we make sure to go before it’s dark.
I always remember to brush my pants
and leave crumbs behind for the hungry ants.