When I'm an old lady
When I'll live with my children
and bring them great joy.
  To repay all I've had
  from each girl and boy
  I shall draw on the walls
  and scuff up the floor;
  Run in and out
  without closing the door.
  I'll hide frogs in the pantry,
  socks under my bed.
  Whenever they scold me,
  I'll hang my head.
  I'll run and I'll romp,
  always fritter away
  The time to be spent
  doing chores every day.
  I'll pester my children
  when they are on the phone.
  As long as they're busy
  I won't leave them alone.
  Hide candy in closets,
  rocks in a drawer,
  And never pick up my clothes
  from the floor.
  Dash off to the movies
  and not wash a dish.
  I'll plead for allowance
  whenever I wish.
  I'll stuff up the plumbing
  and deluge the floor.
  As soon as they've mopped it,
  I'll flood it some more.
  When they correct me,
  I'll lie down and cry,
  Kicking and screaming,
  not a tear in my eye.
  I'll take all their pencils
  and flashlights, and then
  When they buy new ones,
  I'll take them again.
  I'll spill glasses of milk
  to complete every meal,
  Eat my banana and
  just drop the peel.
  Put toys on the table,
  spill jam on the floor,
  I'll break lots of dishes
  as though I were four.
  What fun I shall have,
  what joy it will be to
  Live with my children....
  the way they lived with me!