Nearly the end of a very cold day, when the sun hit the sky but just didn't stay.
I'm sat in my house, quiet as a mouse.
Mulling over the words, that I recently heard.
Listening to children, they're making a racket.
Never guess what, I just couldn't hack it.
Listen to the noise of the girls and the boys.
Hammering about as they play with their toys.
I think, maybe they should be off to bed.
Very good really, so nothing more's said.
They're very nice really but they play on my head.
My ears to be precise, they very sweet but noisy, it's not very nice!
(c) Livvi