Last week my friend came to my house
And brought a cute little fuzzy gray
mouse.
Now my friend came to get
This little toy pet
I’ve lost it and I feel like a louse!
This little mouse is missing
In my mess-of-a-room, I am guessing.
Stuff is lying around
I can’t see the ground
And cleaning it up seems depressing!
It could be just anywhere…
Under my bed, by the door or on a chair.
There’s no time to delay-
Wish I had put it away!
Oh, I could just pull out my hair!
If I find the mouse today,
Everything will be OK.
This problem, you see,
I can fix- only me.
But I have to get going right away.
I need a plan to begin
To clean up this mess I am in.
I’ll start with this pile
And then make an aisle.
With this stack right here, I’ll dive in.
I’d rather have a maid who’d stay
And clean my room each day.
But maids cost a lot
And money, I haven’t got.
‘Sides I don’t know how much to pay.
I’d get a maid if I had cash.
‘Cause under beds maids NEVER stash
Broken crayons, torn socks,
Old cookies, smashed blocks.
Maids throw away all that trash.
A million dollars would sure help right
now.
Then I’d get a maid, here’s how…
I’d put a sign on a tree
“Clean my room with me.”
Oooh, I stepped on a green jack! OH,
OWWW!
Oh, if I had lots of dough
I’d buy a huge house and yard to mow.
It would have seven floors
With thirty-three doors
And five staircases- one just for show.
In one room I’d put dolls and cars,
In another, my bugs kept in jars.
One room I would use
For favorite things I would choose,
Like a telescope for looking at Mars.
My bedroom would be one whole floor.
On that floor there’d be no door
‘Cause we’d need lots of room
For skateboards to zoom
And bike-riding and skipping and more.
I would buy my sister a TV
And she’d let me in her room to see
Movies every day
And then we would play.
Or she might lock me out with her key.
For my brother, I’d buy a huge bed
So he’d never fall out on his head.
It’s a trampoline, too,
We’d jump on – WOO-HOO!‘
Til the bottoms of our feet turn bright red.
Money and maids I do know,
Won’t help this problem to go.
For this problem is mine.
I can fix it this time.
Sometimes you do things alone.
Doing things that are hard to do.
When there’s no-one to help you, but you,
I just make up my mind
And again I will find
Even the hard things I really can do.
Maybe I have too much stuff.
But when is enough… enough?
I guess it would be…
When over piles you can’t see
And when finding things gets pretty
tough.
Crawling on knees and hands
Is the first clean-up plan.
Next I will clear
This tall stack right here
‘Cause eight feet is how high it stands.
Looking around while I creep.
My favorite shirt’s by the ant farm I keep!
There’s the book that I got
From my Great Great Aunt Dot
And the pillow I use when I sleep.
and more…