My Mum asked my brother: 'What did you do
All day whilst at school?' 'I forget!'
My Dad asked my brother: 'What did you play?'
'I forget, I forget, I forget!'
Yet my brother – a boy, only five years of age -
Can’t remember a thing, that’s for sure,
So asking him what did he eat for his lunch
Makes him yawn. It’s a bit of a bore.
Now ask him about how he got on in maths –
And, today, did he do well at sport?
But for certain I know that you will not learn much
And his answer will sound like a snort.
But he will remember the promises made
By our Dad to both him and to me.
He promised that if we’d been very good boys
We could watch something late on TV.
We won’t forget promises made by our Dad.
His promises mean much to us!
But why do you adults keep bothering us
With questions that just cause us fuss?
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