Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
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
Just wonder, when will my life begin?
Then, after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts and baking...