It's Tough Being Three Years Old

Wednesday morning, I was woken up late The day started really not great The Wi-Fi's down, no screen time today Or at least that's what my parents say To make it worse, my cereal box is empty Do you know what I mean? I stubbed my toe on my backpack on the floor I forgot that I put it there the minute before Mom and dad keep rushing that morning routine I can't read the time, but if I could read the time We're on time, it's fine Do you know what I mean? And when I got to kindy and I opened my lunchbox My sandwiches were triangles, not squares There's a little bit of crust left on the side Gee, today just is not fair Is it pick-up time already? Morgan took the big, red truck This sandpit is gritty and cold And gee, it's hard living in this big, wide world It's tough being three years old A piece of bark in my shoe Do you like the picture I drew? I got some paint in my hair Have you seen my teddy bear? I am hot, now I'm cold I'm just three years old Then all is quiet, just me and myself I need a rest, got a book off the shelf In my words, I read a story aloud I bet that would make my mum and dad kinda proud Than all of a sudden, I really need the toilet, please Do you know what I mean? When I got to kindy and I opened my lunchbox My sandwiches were triangles, not squares There's a little bit of crust left on one side And it's touches my pieces of pear Ooh, is it pick-up time already? Morgan took the big, red truck This sandbox is gritty and cold And gee, it's hard living in this big, wide world Well, is it pick-up time already? Oh, there's mom and dad To pick me up and on that forever hold And you know what, I'm doing it, and I'm proud And I'm right here Being three years old