Small brother, you be Sammy Kaye;
I’ll be a tapper tapping,
For it’s almost the time of day
When father does his napping.
Or sing it loudly as you can,
That song that has no closing;
I’ll help by banging on this pan,
For father dear is dozing.
I’ll block the crossing with my train;
You’re in a car– keep beeping;
Or ride your cayuse on the plain,
For father dear is sleeping.
But wait–I think our noisy pup,
Or mother’s kitchen riot–
Well, SOMETHING’S wakened father up.
Let’s you and I be quiet.
by Ray Romine Thursday, February 4, 1954
