I’m tired, I’m hungry, I didn’t rest
I’m grumpy, I’m grouchy, not doing my best
I wish I felt better, I should’ve heard what she said
When mom tried to feed me and send me to bed
I said I wasn’t hungry, and disagreed with my tummy
Even though the spaghetti smelled wonderfully yummy
I yelled, “I’m not tired!” though I woke before dawn
And all my insistence was deep in a yawn
It’s time to surrender, I can’t take anymore
My pillow is waiting for my face and a snore
Next time I’ll listen, my mommy was right
Right now I’m so tired – YAAAAAWWWWWN… good night…
About Sean Platt
