They come to my room at the break of the day, With their faces all smiles and their minds full of play; They come on their tip-toes and silentiy creep To the edge of the bed where I'm lying asleep, And then at a signal, on which they agree, With a shout of delight they jump right onto me. They lift up my eyelids and tickle my nose, And scratch at my cheeks with their little pink toes; And sometimes to give them a laugh and a scare I snap and I growl like a cinnamon bear; Then over I roll, and with three kids astride I gallop away on their feather-bed ride. I've thought it all over. Man's biggest mistake Is in wanting to sleep when his babes are awake; When they come to his room for that first bit of fun He should make up his mind that his sleeping is done; He should share in the laughter they bring to his side And start off the day with that feather-bed ride. Oh they're fun at their breakfast and fun at their lunch; Any hour of the day they're a glorious bunch! When they're togged up for Sundays they're certainly fine, And I'm glad in my heart I can call them all mine, But I think that the time that I like them the best Is that hour in the morning before they are dressed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE FIGHT AT SAN JACINTO [APRIL 21, 1836] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE INDWELLING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTHDAY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |