It's early still, you're fast asleep
And dreaming nice but not for long
'cause soon you need to wake and weep
To someone's noisy favorite song.
"It all begins" you start to think
And right you are 'cause soon enough
The dishes start to hit the sink
As they get washed by dad so rough.
You get up and you walk 'few feet
Head for the window, seek some air
But as you do, more noise you meet
'cause folks outside don't seem to care.
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