I lay half the day on my comfy bed
Better than a chair, my feet in the air
On my silk pillow case I lay my head
Supposed to smooth wrinkles, and soften hair
The mattress won't say which way I should lay
Nor when I rise or return, where to go
Sometimes it's lumpy, sometimes it's bumpy
When I need soft support, it seems to know.
A child likes to explore, learns to share, loan
'It's mine!', my own, familiar, feels 'at home'
I'm not Picasso nor Shakespeare
But I made this, it's mine, it's here
Your own bed, car, father, mother
Your own chair, house, or dress
It's everybody's favourite
'though you'd like more, your own's the best.
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