I got up this morning and meant to be good, But things didn’t happen the way that they should.
I lost my toothbrush, I slammed the door, I dropped an egg On the kitchen floor, I spilled some sugar And after that I tried to hurry And tripped on the cat.
Things may get better. I don’t know when. I think I’ll go back and start over again.
Catherine Catherine said, “I think I’ll bake A most delicious chocolate cake.” She took some mud and mixed it up While adding water from a cup And then some weeds and nuts and bark And special gravel from the park. A thistle and a dash of sand. She beat out all the lumps by hand. And on the top she wrote “To You” The way she says the bakers do And then she signed it, “Fondly C.” And gave the whole of it to me. I thanked her but I wouldn’t dream of eating cake without ice cream