I see four frilled-neck lizards,
Sitting on the lounge.
Or wait – are they neck ruffles
On silly billy clowns?
Or maybe they are brothers
And sister, wild at heart,
And the baby, trying to escape
Did someone do a fart?
I think they’re playing together
Perhaps with a new toy
Or maybe it’s some fancy clothing
That looks like a banana on baby boy
I think they’re pretending to relax
But I sense it’s just a trick
Because any minute now,
They’ll bounce about and skip
I wonder if their mum
Is trying to put them down to bed
But they won’t get those silly
Big fat pillows off their head?
I wonder if she’s laughing,
Or if she’s getting snappy
I think she loves them just the same
But… maybe her own pillow would make her happy?