A story

I, too, tell a story
I am in the early mornig, the little darling
They tell one to stop watching TV
When my mother and my father come
But I laugh
And watch the show
And grow stong

Tomorrow
I'll sit on the sofa
When my wife and my children come
Nobody'll dare
Say to me
"swit choff"
Then

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am and they'"" sit down with me, swit choff
I, too, have a story