When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the days occupation,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.
But Children's Hour is long over,
And yet you are still bright eyed.
You’ve had your bath and your story,
And now you’re a pain in my back side.
Mommy’s wearing a diaphanous nightie,
And my favorite black lacy thong,
But you’re here resisting your bedtime,
And something is horribly wrong.
Do you think, O blue-eyed Banditti,
That you’ll deprive Daddy of nookie?
I’m putting bourbon in your warm milk,
And Qualuudes into your cookie.
Happy New Year!!