Lights, lights, oh my, oh my
“My light burned out,” to Mom, I cry.
My Mom walks in to my dark room,
And says, “Hold on, I'll be back real soon.”
She brings a bulb and plugs it in
I say, “Oh joy, I can read again.”
But Mom looks down and says, “You're right.
It's past your bedtime, turn out the light!”
