My mother says we ought to eat
A balanced diet, with whole wheat,
And don’t forget the chewy things:
Asparagus and squash with strings,
Or salmon for Omega Threes,
Or peaches, pears, and spinach leaves—
She always makes me clear my plate;
We even eat the stuff we hate.
Then out of nowhere come the pies—
She spoons whipped cream before our eyes!
“There’s cookies, too—I had a hunch
That you might like a midnight munch.”
While we are eating, in she walks
With ice cream, to complete our shock!
But Mother says, “Oh, now—be quiet.
You know we need a balanced diet.”