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 like 7:15
And so read a book Or maybe two or three I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery I'll play and knit And and basically Just wonder when will my life begin?
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making Then I'll maybe sketch, take a climb Sew a dress!
And I'll reread the books If I have time to I'll paint the walls more I'm sure there's room somewhere And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair Stuck in the same place I've always been
And keep wanderin' and wanderin' And wanderin' and wonderin' When will my life begin?
And night Lights will appear Just like they do on my birthday each year What is it like Out there where they glow? Now I'm older Mother might just Let me go...