Mother has a reading chair,
That we all gather around,
When she reads a book to us
We try not to make a sound.

Sometimes when she is real tired,
Mother tries to hurry through.
She thinks that we won’t notice
If she skips a page or two.

We know all of the stories,
We know every one by heart,
So we make a great big fuss,
When she tries to skip a part.