| Children, children everywhere The little devils are in my hair Jumping around without a care I want to awake from this nightmare. I�m tossing and turning My insides are churning The children aren�t learning To awaken; I am yearning. What kind of monsters are they? All they want to do is play They have ruined my sunny day Why won�t they go away? Good news! The parents arrive! The scamps must quit their jive. I can get out of this beehive And tell the world I am alive! But first, the parents must pay To keep me going on this day How much will they give today? Oh, can I come back, you do say? Oh, no! I have woken to light of day. How much money did they pay? |
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