“Make the bed! Make the bed!”
Make it into what?
I tried it as a sandwich
Of banana – hazelnut –
Chocolate – honey – butter,
Then sealed that sucker shut.

“Make the bed! Make the bed!”
I did, I took a chance!
And now I’m nice and sticky
And rolling in the ants.
So I decided to go jungle,
Started trucking in the plants.

“Make the bed! Make the bed!”
My jungle bed had all!
Made with sloths and flowers,
Vines hanging from the walls,
Stocked with squawking birds
And stalking tigers out to maul.

Still the stickiest bed
In which I’ve ever laid.
Tigers are happy, full,
As they rest in jungle shade.
And I haven’t heard a word
Now that my bed is made.