Clean...NAH!
Mom wants my room clean-
but I know where everything is at.
If looking for socks I move my pet rocks
and give the rug a small pat.
If in search of a coat there is no need to mope
it is somewhere under that pile.
When looking for books just take a small look-
doesn't take more than a while.
If I need an umbrella - I might as well tell ya,
I broke it three days ago.
While searching through the closet a huge deposit
of shoes began to fall.
The umbrella is broke...now, if you hear something croak
that might be Freddie the frog.
It appears one day Freddie hopped away
and knocked over the pile of pogs.
He is in this room and I will find him soon;
maybe he hopped under the bed.
He's not under the desk or beneath that small mess
of garbage that fell from the can.
Maybe mom wasn't mean when she told me to clean-
it would be nice to find Freddie.
It wouldn't be much fuss to remove a little dust-
oh wait! Freddie was hiding under my teddie.
See, I don't need to clean-
I know where everything is at!