In a small house in Lakewood…something is not right

IN

a small house in Lakewood

That was littered with bikes

Lived six little kids

Of six different types

In six separate ways, they broke their toys

And made a mess

And lots of noise

They kvetched at the good

And kvetched at the bad

And sometimes they were very mad

They left the house

At eight o’ three

With six scraped knees

With cries

And pleas—

The smallest one was Chaim Tzvi.