Ode to Fingerfoods

Bananas are in my hair.
Bananas are on my chair.
Bananas are on my blouse.
Bananas are on my couch.
Would you like them everywhere?
Whould you like them in your hair?
Will you eat your bananas with your hands?
Instead of flinging them around like rubberbands?
Scraping bananas off the floor.
Scraping bananas off the door.
Nap time now so go to bed
While I scrape bananas off my head.