Full of It

Mom says that I’m “full of it.”

I don’t know what that means.

I went and asked my grandpa,

And he said I’m full of beans.

I asked him where the beans came from,

And why they’re in my guts.

He chuckled once and shook his head,

And told me I was nuts.

I didn’t get that either,

So I went and asked my nanas.

I said, “How come I’m made of nuts?”

They said I was bananas.

I guess the “it” I’m full of

Must be beans and nuts and fruit.

But when I told this to my dad,

He said, “You’re full of cute!”

So now I’m all confused again.

What are they trying to pull?

And why do I still have to eat

My peas if I’m so full?!