"Go to bed" my mamma said "Why?" I thought, but dared not ask That was me when I was young There was always something new to be done. The years rolled on, mom dragged me out Kicking and screaming out of bed With half shut eyes and hanging head I’d be banished off to school after being fed A couple of decades down the line I thought "Oh wouldn’t it be divine? If I could get but a few extra winks Why do babies bawl to sleep?" I would think The clock has come full circle now As second childhood beckons me Believe me, I do know, for that is why I kick and scream to say good night.