Quite a Bundle

He wakes at morn.  He blows his horn.
Our rest has come to end.

He yells commands.  He has demands,
and chores for us to tend.

Constant squawkin’!  Baby talkin’!
Nags throughout the day.

Yellin’ and fussin’.  Bossin’ and cussin’.
Here’s what he seems to say:

“It’s seven-thirty.  Diaper’s dirty.
Belly’s empty too!

“Out of bed, you sleepy head.
We’ve got a lot to do.

“Toys need messin’.  I need dressin’.
Later on a little bath.

“Make me smile, for a while.
Later make me laugh.

“Go outside.  Take a ride!
Get some exercise.

“I need readin’.  Lotsa feedin’!
Jump at all my cries.

“All attention, did I mention,
I will need throughout the day.

“I’m a bundle, and I’m done ‘til,
I can think of more to say.”