Children Revisited

All the footprints on the wall And thumbprints on the window As your toys clutter room to hall Loud your noise does bellow (I'm tired of the little fellow) O you whirling deverish! If I only had one wish: I'ld pack you off in a sound-proof-rubber box Off to Grandma's you will visit! As the sound of silence reigns No fights which we lock horns And sweet the agonizing pains NO! I'm not forlorn Don't miss: that menace who gets into things and battles with brush to pants How loud my voice can ring To the questions often asked: Denials to 'Who did it? ' Will I last? But more I dread Ma's revenge on me I've inherited the insanity: She sent ME back to revisit! ! ! ! ! ! ! !