Harry's Knees


You're in bed, half asleep
That's when you hear that little peep
That sniffling snuffling tiny noise
Of misery from little boys

"My knees they ouch" he soft confides
His tearful face in pillow hides
Teddy bear can't fix this
It's time for mummy's healing kiss

You cuddle him close, not tight.
And soothe his brow throughout his plight
You try and take away the pain
Another story, a sung refrain...

In the end you drift off first
A good sleep this night is cursed
As catercorner he'll repose
(You'll find your nostrils blocked by toes)

To the mum's who fight this fight
And dad's who lose sleep every night
Thank you for your company
Now... who wants coffee?  Who's for tea?