My wife is in meetings all day
From the moment the sun says g’day
I’d like to say “Hey! Let’s go walk, this is cray!”
But my wife is in meetings all day
My wife is in meetings all day
From the moment the sun says g’day
I’d like to say “Hey! Let’s go walk, this is cray!”
But my wife is in meetings all day
I once spoke a word
To a little bird
I said, “Sing, o songbird, for me”
I called from below
And it chittered so
High up in the sycamore tree
It hopped fro and to
And I tell you true
It sang high and loud with no glee:
“Begone, noisome one
With your songs be done!
Quit chattering and leave me be!”