Kids

One at a time, all kids are fine,
And there's no doubt I love all mine,
But when one's getting on in years
Kids in heaps are hard on ears.

They scream and shout and leap about
And turn the whole house inside out,
And I don't know who'll be the first
To make my poor old ear-drums burst.

You'd think these days that one could fit,
A knob to turn them down a bit,
Or better still, is there a hitch
In fitting in an on-off switch?

I sometimes have this crazy thought,
Could I but shrink them down real short,
No bigger than a persons hand,
(Like Alice was in Wonderland)
Then I could pop them in a drawer
And close it up and hear no more.