Beside of my chair
But she moved my chair
away from there
My chair she took
And moved it away
And put up a village
For kids to play
The kids they would play
Yes, they'd play all day
With that village and train
and the mess was insane
The whistle and smoke
of that miserable train
Left me scratching my ears
and feeling such pain
But I hid underneath
My refuge I found
There I would hear
those awful train sounds
But I liked my hiding place
and now it is gone
for she took it away
and now. my chair. is back there. by the window.
I do not like change
I have told her before
But she moves this n moves that
and changes things all the time and it makes me say.....
Whatever
