Oh No! I Hear Mommy

Coming Now



I hope my Mommy doesn't mind

That I'm working hard in her flower pots

I know she must be getting tired

Because she works on them lots.

Mommy is cleaning upstairs now

I hope when she comes down she's happy

If I want to finish fixing her flowers

I better finish doing it right snappy.

I hope Mommy don't look on the grass

Cause I've dropped lots of her rich dirt there

And another thing I know I better do

Is get all of the dirt out of my hair.

Oh no! I hear mommy coming now.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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