There's a ladle in our bed
There's an airplane in our kitchen
A mailbox in my bathroom
And a baseball I could mention
Saw a school bus in the basement
with singing frogs inside
And a soft small brown rabbit
on the table just beside
I see plastic lids all over
multiplying in every room
I think something's going on here
Is it maybe a full moon?
I keep cleaning I keep straightening
Sweeping crumbs up off the floor
There are hundreds there are thousands
Feels a sneaky relentless war
I am making no visible progress
Dost mine eyes detect a clue?
Pink elf with salad tongs
Dancing in front of the mirror
Signs of life invade and grace us . . .
There's a toddler living here!
