My mom is naughty, It's already the third month in a row She wakes me ...

My mom is naughty, It's already the third month in a row She wakes me up very early And then takes me to kindergarten. Even if the weather is bad, And the child so wants to sleep!.. And when Saturday arrives, In the middle of the day she tucks me into bed. She doesn't jump on the bed with me, She doesn't chase a ball around the room, She puts all the toys back in place, And behaves outrageously. She takes away my slingshot and pellets, And she herself, humming under her breath, Now plays with pots in the kitchen, Now drags the vacuum cleaner by its cord. What this "family drama" is I know better than all the grown-ups around: My mom is naughty, And dad's no better. He hides nails and pliers from me And other interesting things, He doesn't put on cartoons for me at all, In short, it really upsets me. He behaves like a Terminator: He stopped me from saddling the cat, He took my fan away, And two bolts I'd unscrewed. That cowboys don't wear tights Neither one nor the other will understand. I'm picking at the wallpaper in the corner... Well, who am I so obedient to?! Then dad whispered, taking the ball in his hands, That when he was a little boy, His mom didn't listen either... Moms all look like one another.