I'm so tired and so pooped out
I don't know what to do
Everything keeps piling high
Just when I think I'm through.

Never a minute to catch my breath
Do this do that or the other
Sometimes all the ruckus
Makes me feel I'm going to smother.

Clean the house and cook the meals
The laundry's piling high
Don't know when I'll get done
The time is flying by.

Shoot!  Think I'll watch the soaps a while
Can't finish anyway
Think I'll let everything go
Do it another day.

I'd go out and smell the roses
If I weren't in such low gear
If I stay inside where I can hide
That grass might disappear.
 

©Ginny Bryant