Heart Of The Matter
I Spy
I spy with my little eye,
A bubble up there on the ceiling,
Don't know what to think,
My eyes start to blink,
Now what is that noise,
I am hearing.
A strange kind of sound,
There's no one around,
To tell me,
I've only been dreaming,
The sky is so black,
Is that really a crack,
And what is it,
I'm really feeling.
Confused and concerned,
And slightly discerned,
I can't quite believe,
What I'm seeing,
A creak and a crash,
And an almighty splash,
Now knowing,
That seeing's believing,
I jump out of bed,
Quite relieved,
I'm not dead,
Find some buckets,
And start on,
The cleaning,
I sit on the bed,
With my hands,
On my head,
Oh boy, now I feel,
Just like screaming.
A bubble up there on the ceiling,
Don't know what to think,
My eyes start to blink,
Now what is that noise,
I am hearing.
A strange kind of sound,
There's no one around,
To tell me,
I've only been dreaming,
The sky is so black,
Is that really a crack,
And what is it,
I'm really feeling.
Confused and concerned,
And slightly discerned,
I can't quite believe,
What I'm seeing,
A creak and a crash,
And an almighty splash,
Now knowing,
That seeing's believing,
I jump out of bed,
Quite relieved,
I'm not dead,
Find some buckets,
And start on,
The cleaning,
I sit on the bed,
With my hands,
On my head,
Oh boy, now I feel,
Just like screaming.
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