7 AM, the usual lineup Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up Sweep again, and by then it's 7:15
And so I'll read a book Or maybe two or three I'll add a new paintings to my gallery I'll play guitar and knit And cook and basically Just wonder when my life begin?
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking mache, a bit of ballet and chess Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb Sew a dress!
And I'll the books If I have time to spare I'll paint the walls some more I'm sure there's room somewhere And I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair Stuck the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wanderin' and wanderin' And wanderin' and wonderin' When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night Lights will appear Just like they on my birthday each year is it like Out there where they glow? Now that I'm older Mother might just Let me go...