“A Puzzle,” Friend, Oct. 1983, 46
A Puzzle
Every night at bedtime
I have to wash my face
And brush my teeth and scrub my neck
And comb my hair in place.
And early every morning
(It is a daily rule)
I have to get all washed again
Before I go to school.
A problem I’d like solved for me—
I can’t get through my head—
How can I get so dirty
Just lying there in bed?