Drudgery

A little too much of my time I must say Is taken up with the druge of the day The cleaning, the cookin, the beating the mat All of the ironing and washing the cat How boring, how tedious, when will it end I try to sit down but get up again Oh when, oh when will this drudgery end? Oh there's the doorbell, who can it be? Oh, it must be the children, they'll be after their tea Wash up, dry up, then put it all away Hurry up bedtime, that's all I can say I'll gat a new job, if I ever get the time All that I really want is my pen and to rhyme Well to bed now I must have a rest Forget about the children and all of their mess!