That Silly Old Hat of Yours

Oh, how could I ever be bored? When I had such interesting chores. I had to paint our bedroom door, Then mop the grand, speckled floor. Walked quickly down to the shore, And dug hidden clams with the oar. Made a tasty clam-supper for four, Then into their big bowls I poured. Knowing, they would yell for more, Prompting my tender voice to roar - All gone, there's more at the store! Or take a lantern to search the shore. However, they cost more at the store, But not a penny, to dig with the oar. Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored, Performing such an interesting chore. For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore, With a sound much louder than yours. Last night the paint actually, tore, From the ceiling and door, it poured. And that is why, I happily wore, That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.