Three opinions, by Tom Mukasa

Three Opinions

I always have three opinions;
if it is next to bed time,
I say, 'let's sleep,'
if it is next to lunch time,
I say 'let's eat,'
if you have a question to ask,
I say ' go on ask.'

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