Because I don't like lima beans,
I dropped them in my juice.
My mother noticed what I did,
and so it was no use.
I slyly set my spinach,
on the floor beneath my chair.
My mother’s eyes are very sharp,
she saw it sitting there.


I tried to hide my broccoli
behind the window shade.
My mother gave it back to me,
I was a bit dismayed.
Whenever I hide vegetables
she finds them in a blink.
It’s hard to fool my mother—
she knows the way I think.