And all through the house.
Not a mama was sleeping, nowhere in this house.
The presents all opened, the cookies all ate.
While wrappings and boxes sat waiting in haste.
And me in my analness to have my house all organized.
Spent hours and hours, fluttering anxiously about.
Cleaning with bins and boxes and such.
When up from above there arose such a patter, now who could that be?
While its three little children coming running towards me.
Oh mama, oh mama, have you seen my new toys?
I left them right here, they must be hiding from me!
Now children, be calm and have no fear, your toys are all here.
Mama cleaned and organized and lined them all up.
In neat little stacks, tucked in boxes and such.
The children all stared at their mother in fear,
With thoughts of their childhood spent sorting and cleaning and such.
Then mama laughed and told them to go play.
Lucky for you your mama's favorite chore is to sort.
So go play with your toys, take them out of their bins.
Mama's playtime will come at the end of the day.