The tribe arrive for an en mass visit. Mama sleeps in.
I’ve said it once
I’ve said it twice
To pester your sibbies
Isn’t nice.
Don’t leave open
A formerly closed door;
Use your napkin,
That’s what its for.
Don’t take stuff
From a private shelf;
Keep your hands
To yourself.
When I hear
Your voices raised
I’m pretty sure
It’s not in praise.
If you don’t behave
I’ll tell you true
I’ve LOTs of work
For you to do!
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