MY LIFE IS BORING

I wake up to the sound
A bell, big and round
Barking of hounds
And all the other towns

I hear My mom calling
Big red flags falling
My baby brother crawling
I go down,

To the screams of my mom
And it ain't even dawn
She told me to go
To mow the lawn
It takes a big tow
One high, one low

I finished in an hour
I cooked with some flour
Can't forget the butter
My brother starts to mutter

AT THE END OF THE DAY
I SING MY BROTHER TO SLEEP
AND THEN CARRY DOWN THE TRAY

I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HE'S SNORING
GOD, THIS LIFE IS BORING