My mother asked me, “When are you gonna clean up your room?”
I said, “I don’t know, but sometime in June.”
She said, “I can’t wait that long, I want it clean tonight.”
I said, “Okay,” then I turned off the lights.
She told me a story about a king and his throne,
Trying to find his queen’s brand-new phone.
He searched all over, even under the bed,
There was so much clutter, he found trash instead.
So he started to clean everything inside,
The phone of the queen was something she liked.
He noticed something shining,
He found two amazing things:
The phone that was lost,
And his room was all clean.
