 I've Got Better Things To Do |
| ©l986 Linda Allen Why do I spend my life caught in this storm and strife? Picking up puzzles to put into boxes Papers and peanuts and soggy galoshes I've got better things to do than to pick up after you I could sail far away for a year and a day In a boat of shimmering blue To an island I know where the warm breezes blow And I know just what I will do I'll put up an umbrella on that glorious beach Right next to the "No Children" sign And I'll read three whole books from beginning to end And more if I feel so inclined Why do I spend my life caught in this storm and strife? Picking up socks and a mouldy old bear Finding two months worth of old underwear I've got better things to do than to pick up after you I could give of my talents to challenge the makers of war, I would march, I would sing I would write twenty letters, or then, even better, I'd give all the generals a ring I would talk to them nicely, and ask them politely To give up their nuclear toys But if they won't say that they'll put them away Then it's Time Out for those ornery boys! Why do I spend my life caught in this storm and strife? Picking up things that I can't recognize Covered with fungus and lazy fruit flies I've got better things to do than to pick up after you I could start up a workshop for mothers who've not Stood up straight since the youngest was born We'll do roll plays, and cry, learn a mantra, and sigh, "Born to stand", to repeat every morn And then for the test, we'll invite in a guest To drop socks in a heap on the floor Any woman who sweats and then trembles and heads for the socks Must repeat the whole course Why do I spend my life caught in this storm and strife? Screaming and bribing and pleading my lot But will you pick up? No, you will not! I've got better things to do than to pick up after you |