Waiting for the Plumber
Waiting for the plumber
Can sometimes be a bummer
Trapped between cold winters
And a distant summer
But there’s always quite a rush
When the “flushy” thing won’t flush
And your “toilet doctor’s” on another call
So you're using bottled water
Cost a buck and a quarter
The girls are in a queue
knowing not what else to do
and the boys can always pee
behind the neighbor’s tree
the youngest is in tears
for he’s lost one of his bears
when the plumber says: “I’ve got it”
I shout: “don’t let the baby spot it”
The other kids are waiting
Tell the kid he’s hibernating
In the queue a silent hush
As they hear the toilet flush
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