Daycare

Oh no, what was that? Someone is out the door, Miranda's in the hall, Rodrigo's on the floor! Whinning and wailing! Baby, what's the matter? Which twin is crying? It's Corina, her face is fatter? Twins are always a handful, Of sets we have two, It's hard to tell the difference Especially when you're new! The kids are always running, All about the room, Knocking over all sorts of things, I better get the broom! Then there is the pink dinosaur, That is what Santana thinks she is. Usually she is good, But sometimes you have to tell her, "NO, that is his!" It's up they want, And the next thing its down. You try to make them happy, You never want a frown. Your attention is all they want, Teacher, I need to go pee! Let's color! Teacher, look at me! The commotion is never ending, It's noisy all the time, But I don't mind I think it's fun, I'm a volunteer, I don't get a dime!For the little kids at the daycare. (To which I don't belong. ERIC hehehe) Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 12:30 PM PST   10 • 0