HABITS
Habits are the things you do,
That Mother tells you not to!
Yet you keep on doing them
Because, somehow, you've got to,
There's biting nails and sniffing,
And standing on one leg...
And leaving all the white stuff
You find inside your egg.
There's fidgetting and whistling,
And shuffling with your feet,
Talking with your mouth full,
And 'noising when you eat.
There's sucking your lead pencil,
Tilting up your chair,
Elbows on the table
And messing up your hair.
There's throwing stones and grunting
And kicking things about,
Putting hands in pockets
When you ought to keep them out.
There's making funny faces
And always saying "aye?"
Forgetting you've a hanky
And getting in the way.
There's lots of other things, as well,
I'm always being told.
I don't suppose I'll ever learn,
Not even when I'm old,
Because I'll tell you something.
Honest - it's quite true.
Half the things that I do... well -
Parents do them, too!
~Mab Davis~
