The Concert pokes my hand,
Next to me is Band
As the Class embraces my head;
Book sits on my bed;
A Car Bill hugs my shin,
And the Due Date steals my pin
While a Birthday picks my pocket;
The Sleep-face grabs my locket,
But the Clock has hold of my hair,
And Sir Time isn't even there
As the Writing shoves from behind,
Then the Mornings take what is mine
Until Long Drives grabs a knife
And Mister Family with his wife
Brings the Pets that lick my face
And the Class that finished a race
But keeps dragging me along
To meet with Lady Song,
Who introduces Lesson for Voice
And doesn't give me a choice
But to listen to the loud
Of my life that is a Crowd.