High chair sweep

 


High chair Sweep

I don't think I ought to
Have another glass of water
O J , milk or apple juice
I want you to be aware
To what is going on in here
It's time for me to run loose

I had enough potatoes
The soup, the bread , and tomatoes
No more turkey , beef or spinach
No more food will be eaten
Just be crumbled , smashed and beaten
Can't you see that I am finished

The cookies and the chocolate cake
Will be part of the mess I make
As I vent my frustrations
The frosting and cookie crumbs
Will have then all become
The kitchens walls decorations

I will do my harm
When I take my arms
And make them work like windshield wipers
There'll be a mess
That you'll never forget
It will be worst than changing my diapers

I throw food with my hands
No idea where it lands
Food to the left , food to the right
Food wi be stuck on the wall
Food will be thrown down the hall
It won't be a very pleasant sight

There'll be food in the floor
There'll be food on door
There'll be food under the table
There'll be food in my hair
There'll be food everywhere
On the ceiling , if I am able

I will scream and shout
I will kick about
I will make a lot of noise
Come untie my bib
Come see what I did
I've been an naughty , angry boy

So mom hang up the phone
Dad don't ever leave me alone
I want you to hear my demands
I want out of this chair
Come take me out of here
You simply don't understand

I will take my arms
I will do my harm
And make them windshield wipers
There wi be a mess
That you will never forget
It'll be worst then changing my diapers

So come pick up my tray
And get out of my way
It's time for me to run free
So don't turn your head
Listen to what I've said
Or you won't like what you see
I have a bet
So get ready , get set
For my famous high chair sweep

I did this harm
When I took my arms
And acted like wind shield wipers
That was quite a mess
I m sure you'll never again forget
That mess was worst than changing my diapers