Bedtime Routine for a Thursday Evening

Whose juice this is I think I know

She doesn’t want to drink it, though

And now it’s time to brush our teeth

So I’ll just down it ere I go



My lovely wife must think it queer

To drink this juice, instead of beer

When for two hours I’ve complained

That I need six stiff drinks or so

But bedtime will not wait for booze

And our girl still has books to choose

I’ll read to her again tonight –

A dad must pay his parent dues

The darkness now is thick and deep

But I can’t leave or she will weep

There’s songs to sing before she’ll sleep

More songs to sing before she’ll sleep