And then
I buzz like angry bees
And
sting him on his nose and knees
And
howl in pain, till mother cries:
"That
pair will never shut their eyes,
While
all that noise up there you make;
You're
simply keeping them awake."
And
then they whisper: "Just one more,"
And
once again I'm forced to roar.
New stories
every night they ask.
And
that is not an easy task;
I have
to be so many things,
The
frog that croaks, the lark that sings,
The
cunning fox, the frightened hen;
But
just last night they stumped me, when
They
wanted me to twist and squirm
And
imitate an angle worm.
At last
they tumble off to sleep,
And
softly from their room I creep
And
brush and comb the shock of hair
I tossed
about to be a bear.
Then
mother says: "Well, I should say
You're
just as much a child as they."