The Mom I Want to Be

The Plumpuppets

When little heads weary have gone to their beds,

When all the good nights and prayers have been said,

Of all the good fairies that send bairns to rest

The little Plumpuppets are those I love best.

 

If your pillow is lumpy, or hot, thin, and flat,

The little Plumpuppets know just what they’re at:

They plump up the pillow, all soft, cool and fat—

The little plumpuppets plump-up it!

 

The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds;

They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads ;

They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight,

And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!

 

No matter what troubles have bothered the day,

Though your doll broke her arm or the pup ran away;

Though your handies are black with ink that was spilt–

Plumpuppets are waiting in blanket and quilt.

 

If your pillow is lumpy, or hot, thin, and flat,

The little Plumpuppets know just what they’re at:

They plump up the pillow, all soft, cool and fat–

The little plumpuppets  plump-up it!

 

Christopher Morley