In the still of the night when Mummy’s curled up fast asleep
Over to her bed, one (or two) children creep
“Please, Mummy,” they ask, “can we sleep in your bed?”
A bleary-eyed Mummy sighs, nodding her head.
But she knows how the rest of the night will now go
This is her tale of bedsharing woe:
There was one in the bed and the Mummy said “how lovely, how lovely!”
So she rolled over and stretched herself out and drifted off to sleep before being woken moments later by the patter of small feet.
There were two in the bed and the little one said “want cuddle, want cuddle!”
So Mummy rolled over and they cuddled up to sleep before the thump of giant feet signalled that Daddy was coming to bed.
There were three in the bed and the little one said “don’t squash me, don’t squash me.”
So she rolled over and made herself some room and a rather squashed Mummy tried to get some sleep, but soon she heard the patter of another pair of feet.
There were four in the bed and the little one said “roll over, roll over.”
So they all rolled over and Mummy almost fell out and decided to go and curl up in one of the children’s beds, in the hope that she might be able to finally get some sleep.
There were three in the bed and the little one said “where’s Mummy? Where’s Mummy?”
So she rolled over and then got up and decided to join Mummy in the little single bed so Mummy still got the joy of feeling like a sardine in a tin.
There were two in each bed and the little ones were quite comfy, quite comfy.
So they both rolled over and stretched themselves out and neither of the big ones got a great night’s sleep…