My Dad is Made of Butter
My Dad is made of butter
My Mum is made of socks
My cat is made of springs
That I collect from broken clocks.
We ride around on trampolines
That bounce us down the street
And we race like wild horses
With buckets on their feet.
'Ahoy!' I cry with arms held high
And wave to all the dogs
Who are eating milky pudding
Whilst chatting with the frogs
When we get to where we're going
We sit and have a snack
And if Dad is feeling sleepy
I'll carry him on my back.
We do this every morning
To keep us fit and strong,
Then we sleep for 16 seconds
Or something like that long.
So, if you're feeling floppy
Or as stiff as old Big Ben,
Go racing on your trampolines
And you'll be good as gold again.
