My brother was dancing
with pants on his head.
My sister was jumping
with a skirt there instead.

My mommy kept saying
“Can you p-l-e-a-s-e go to bed!”
And I tried to tell her
“I n-e-e-d to be fed.”

So I cried and I cried
and I screamed and I sighed
but I couldn’t be heard,
though God knows I tried!

I didn’t get milk.
I got a lesson instead:
If you want to be heard
put some pants on your head.