Your first term at school Keeping it together is taking its toll Six hours on the trot without a shout The moment we get home you let it all out You flop on the sofa, you scream and roar You release the day and lie down on the floor Others manage to do after school activities You’d be on your knees Begging me please To go home People suggest playdates Which is about as far away from a date as I can remember I haven’t had a date for many a September Not the most relaxing thing to do With a tired and grumpy little you Your brain must be working overtime Always on the go, you’re a buzzing sunshine I try to make sure we have quality time I cram in work between drop off And pick up Remembering to make food, Clean and wash up. When we do get home from school There’s more than enough to do Like make dinner Have a play Practise your reading And writing your name It’s absurd How much you’ve learnt In a short space of time With the never-ending things to do Of places to be and people to see We’ll get there eventually You and me.
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