One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’
And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.
She’d push, she’d pull, she’d smack, she’d whack,
She’d never give me my pillow back!
She’d rush, she’d fuss, she’d knack, she’d attack,
She’d even stop to have a snack.
She’d huff, she’d puff, she’d crush, she’d thrush,
She’d pour over the water with a gush.
She’d gulp, she’d clasp, she’d flush, she’d slush,
She’d even stop to use her brush.
One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’
And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.