Questions

Questions fill our every hour.
Mother tell me about a flower.
Did it grow just for me?
Or perhaps it fell from a tree?

Do you think spitting’s bad?
And will I grow as tall as Dad?
Why do I have to go to school?
Don’t you think that’s a silly rule?

Did grandma let you have a snake?
Will you teach me to roller skate?
Quiet now, you tell me Mother.
But please can’t I ask you just another?