Why was there a telephone?
A poppable balloon?
And a picture of
Anything jumping, especially over the moon?
At least the bears were sitting on chairs, but I’d prefer they were sleeping…in beds.
Out of their cage were the kittens?
Cleaning your room meant picking up the mittens.
If I stub my toe again on that little toy house.
“Dad, get your shoe! There’s a mouse!”
Your hair did you comb? Your teeth did you brush? And did you rinse your bowl full of…that’s why we have a mouse infestation around here!
And a quiet old lady who was…wait, who are you and what are you doing here?
Please stop jumping like the cow over the moon.
Goodnight. Turn off the light.
Hand me the balloon.
Here’s your bear.
He doesn’t need his chair.
Come on. Out, kittens.
Tomorrow, clean up your mittens.
No need to say goodnight to the clocks.
Use your mittens for socks.
Sure, goodnight little house.
And goodnight…”Dad, there he is again, under the dresser!”
Hand me the comb please…
…and the brush.
Please, goodnight somebody.
What’s growing in that mush?
Including the old lady, everyone please hush.
Yes, you may say goodnight to the stars.
Fine is the air.
Nobody’s going goodnight with these noises everywhere.