a poem for my 8-month-old daughter
Bedtime for Krystal
Okay, little squirmy one
The day is over with, it's done.
It's time for you to go to bed
and calm your squirmy little head.
Okay, little wiggly one
The time is past for having fun.
It's time for baby's eyes to shut
and rest your wiggly little butt.
Okay, little active one
The time for sleeping has begun.
Don't try to woo me with your charms,
just still your active little arms.
Okay, little tired child
Objections over, manner mild,
Your legs relax, Your eyelids droop...
Oh no! Your diaper's full of poop!