Seven am the usual morning line up
Starting the chores and sweep till the floors all clean
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 two or three
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook
And basically just wonder
When will my life begin
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy candle making
Then I'll stretch maybe sketch and take a climb
Sew a dress and I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the wall some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
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 wondering and wondering
And wondering and wondering
When will my life begin
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