in the garden in a tent
wondering where my mother is
and where the daylight went
reading scary comics
with my friend from down the street
listening to the night sounds
with my head tucked near my feet
it isn't very late
but it's getting pretty dark
I'm beginning to regret this
but I thought it would be a lark
we've scoffed the chicken sandwiches
and the juice is almost gone
the two of us are starving
can we last out till the morn
the batteries are fading
the torch is getting dim
my friend I think is sleeping
so I'll snuggle up to him
we're up early in the morning
'bout half past 5 or so
and mothers there with our breakfast
ain't it strange how mothers know