Clean Up Your Room
"Clean up your room" my mother said,
"Straighten the closet and under the bed.
Pick up your clothes and dirty socks.
Put away the clay and building blocks.
Put every shoe with its' proper mate,
And line them all up by your roller-skates.
Put the arms and legs back on the doll,
And straighten the poster that's on the wall.
The paper, the crayons, the pencils, the books,
And your sweater and jacket go back on the hooks."
"I get the message!" at last I cried.
And I got to work as my mother sighed.
I picked up and cleaned up and straightened and stacked
Until I had put every single thing back.
As clean as a whistle, as quick as a whiz,
but now I don't know where anything is.
