Mama would like me to go to sleep, I can tell, and though I am tired, there is simply nothing better than standing. I will pull myself to STANDING!
She has just come in for a little bout of singing, I see. Little does she know that singing is no use against the mighty STAND. It doesn't matter what you sing, Mama: Twinkle twinkle, You are my Solo (to the tune of You are my Sunshine- Mama is witty), Jesus Loves Me... None will work. For no matter how tired I am, I will continue to pull myself to my feet, and then cry because I can't get back down. This is my superpower.
She is sighing and complaining about her back for some reason, but still standing with my little red mouth open, I can sense a victory! I will stand, I will stand, I will stand. I wonder... if I butt my head against her shirt with my mouth open will I get numnums? Yes, yes I will!
She has laid me back down again, and I will not put up with this. In another minute I'll stand again, and that'll show her! In just another minute. Perhaps if I just put my thumb in my mouth... perhaps... zzzzzzzz