An Ode to my Troublemakers

Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to do,

With her dear little troublemakers numbering two?

If they're thirsty and they want a drink,

They'll plop themselves right into the kitchen sink.

Then they'll spill the soap all over the floor,

And promplty undress and run out the front door.

Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to say,

To her little cuties who make trouble all day?

If they're hungry and lunch isn't quite ready,

They'll open up a package and they'll eat raw spaghetti.

Or perhaps from every apple, they'll each take a bite,

Or they'll peel every banana that's in their sight.

Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to do?

It takes endless energy to watch over those two!

But of course by mealtime, they won't take a single bite,

Spilling water on their food is their greatest delight,

Or threading their macaroni onto ציצית strings;

I don't know how they dream up these things!

Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to say-

To that pair that thinks that trouble is play?

To the backyard, cups of water they bring,

And then Azriel Shraga starts to sing,

"La La Li" is the tune that fills my heart with dread-

Sure enough, they've got "בוץ" from their toes to their head

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Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to do-

When will their antics ever be through?

To pull out all the wipes- yes each and every one,

Is an activity that is really tons of fun!

Or to take out a scissor and give your hair a snip,

Just watch out that Mommy doesn't pull out her whip.

Oh me, oh my, what's a Mama to say-

I'm totally beat by the end of the day!

I'm sure that one day, they'll outgrow this phase,

And maybe perhaps I'll look back at these days,

I'll think of their thousand watt smile and the glimmer in their eye,

So I guess that right now I'll just sit back and SIGH.