I’m always told to hurry up—
—Which I’d be glad to do,
If there were not so many things
—That need attending to.

But first I have to find my towel
—Which fell behind the rack,
And when a pillow’s thrown at me
—I have to throw it back.

And then I have to get the things
—I need in bed with me,
Like marbles and my birthday train
—And Pete the chimpanzee.

I have to see my polliwog
—Is safely in its pan,
And stand a minute on my head
—To be quite sure I can.

I have to bounce upon my bed
—To see if it will sink,
And then when I am covered up
—I find I need a drink.