Drip, drip, drip, drip
I’m going crazy, I’m going to flip
Into a sleep I’ll never slip
With that water going drip.

Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop
The waters filled the sink like soup
From this night I won’t recoup
With water dripping bloop, bloop.

Elephants and giraffes got in my way,
And stopped me from cleaning so I could play,
I tried to say no but what could I do,
When into my room marched the whole zoo.

Iguanas and eagles fought at my feet,
I had work to do but they wanted to eat,
So I said, “Enough, enough! Get out of my room!”
“My mother will kill me if I don’t clean up soon!”

Bears and big horns knocked me flat on my butt,
With all this commotion, my mom said, “What’s up!”
I must be in trouble, I am certainly doomed,
For the whole day has passed, and I haven’t cleaned my room.

The teacher was nice, Mickey thought to herself
She lets us play house with the toys on the shelf
And when the day has passed and Mickey’s time is up
She sends us Mickey off with a smile and thumbs up

C is for cuddles at night when you fret,
D is for a drink of water you’ll get.

E is for every time you get scared in the night,
F is for fearless when I ward off your fright.

G is for giggles when I tickle you tummy,
H is for the hugs that you give to your mommy.

I is for the interesting stories you tell,
J is for just one more story you’ll tell.

K is kidding with a smile and a wink,
L is for laughing when I stare and don’t blink.

M is for many miles travelled in a book,
N is for noticing how tired you look.

O is for overtired when your day has been long,
P is for “please won’t you sing me a song?”

Q is for “Quiet! Your sister is sleeping.”
R is for resting your tired eyes from peeping.

S is for sleeping the whole night away,
T is for tomorrow, a brand new day.

U is for upset when I turn out the light,
V is for very upset when I tell you good night.

W is for wishing on an evening star,
X is for ‘xplaining what those stars really are.

Y is for “Yes dear, it is now time for bed.”,
Z is for the ZZZZZZ soon to be filling your head.

Because I was good and didn’t fight
Mom and Dad took me for a bite

I ate biscotti, drank chocolate milk
The drink was cold and smooth as silk

Now I’m shopping for toys and stuff
So getting a needle’s not so tough

Turtles, turtles on the wall
Turtles, turtles down the hall
They’re in my room, they’re on my bed
They’re on my pillow and on my spread

Turtles, turtles in my drawer
Turtles, turtles I want no more
I’ll make them leave, they won’t I dread
I fear those turtles are in my head

One child does write
Two read with glee
One child sheds light
On life to be
With friends anew
New places gone
And school too
It won’t be long
Your heart is there
Your thoughts are too
We send our care
And hearts to you

On the days that lack a humorous start,
I get out the toaster and toast me a tart.

And once the sugar from that tart kicks in,
It gets me all giddy, puts my mind in a spin.

Until suddenly I need to break into song,
And go prancing and bouncing and dancing along.

Out the front door I sing and I dance,
While the neighbors suspect I’ve got ants in my pants.

But I don’t care, I shall do it some more,
I bound as the sweat from my brow starts to pour.

I’ll go for as long as my feet don’t give in,
I’ll dance and I’ll prance like stopping’s a sin.

My voice will go dry before I give up,
My legs will go weak when I’ve had enough.

Just when I think I could go on all day,
The truth of the matter gets in the way.

I haven’t a tart in the fridge or the drawer,
I haven’t a tart in the pantry no more.

Now I’m not happy or plain willy-nilly,
It is days like these when I don’t feel silly.

Some people who are dear to me, you may never come to know.
A grandma passed, an uncle gone, your brother whose soon to go.

You’ll not show a care, for your heart is here and now.
You’re sunshine eyes, dimpled cheeks, wonder of why and how.

Simple joys consume you, the way they should a child.
Lots of laughing, always smiling, within your eyes a look of wild.

It’s funny to see, Those siblings three,
Play games, do crafts, And watch t.v.

He’s never tough, Rarely rough,
And you can be sure, He puts up with enough.

To him we toast, “He’s our son!”, we boast,
But his sisters, I think, Will miss him the most.