Mischievous

A mischievous morning
You get on my nerves
Where playing with the radio
Is just the hors d'oeuvre

A mischievous morning
Getting under my skin
Where half of your breakfast
Ends up in the bin

A mischievous morning
It's beginning to wear
You've pulled down your BAHA
And it's caught in your hair

A mischievous morning
It's starting to grate
If you could keep still
I'd get your nappy on straight

A mischievous morning
And I'm off to work early
I'll leave mum in charge
Of this hurly burly