The man next door
Is doing some DIY
Another nail to hammer
And I think I shall cry.
He starts at precisely 9 a.m.
By 10 my nerves are in tatters
He doesn't seem to mind at all
He doesn't think it matters.
A coffee break at 11 a.m.
And all is good with the world
Then he returns at quarter past
And into the noisy den I'm hurled.
Oh joy of joy
It's 1 p.m. and off for a sandwich he goes
One complete hour of ecstasy
Won't last very long, I know.
Hammering, tapping, banging and more
Lots and lots of wood he's sawing
Right round the bend this man is pushing me
While my fingernails I am slowly gnawing.