Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then
It's like Seven fifteen
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe 2 or 3
I'll add a few new paintings
To my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook
Just wonder, when will my life begin?
Then after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts,and
Paper-mache, a bit of ballet, and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making
Then I'll stretch
Take a climb
Sew a dress
And I'll re-read the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some 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 I'll keep wonderin'
When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night...
The lights will appear...
Just like they do on my birthday each year...
What is it like...
Out there where they glow...
Now that I'm older...
Mother might just let me go......
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