Pick Up Your Room

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Pick Up Your Room
by Mary Ann Hoberman

Pick up your room, my mother says
(She says it every day);
My room's too heavy to pick up
(That's what I always say).

Drink up your milk, she says to me,
Don't bubble like a clown;
Of course she knows I'll answer that
I'd rather drink it down.

And when she says at eight o'clock
You must go right to bed,
We both repeat my answer:
Why not go left instead?