When you say, “Go lay down!” You usually say it, With a frown.
And then I feel, Like I’ve tossed, Your world, Upside down.
I believe I’ve, Done something, I should never, Ever do.
Like unravel, Your sweater, Or hide your, Other shoe.
I hope that,
I learn not to, Trouble you, Again.
No, I’m sure,
That I won’t,
No how – or when!
I guess it’s, My job to, Now prove, What I say.
If I’m ever, Going to chase, Your troubled, Frowns away!