Thereās a silly noodle on my plate,
It wonāt be picked up or cooperate.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Thereās a silly noodle on my plate,
It wonāt be picked up or cooperate.
When I wake up and seek to sew my dreams,
Together my heart and mind has understood.
Iāll pump my family home as I desire.
Itās all consuming but this mum is on fire.