| So Little |
|---|
| I only hear teeth clicking about |
| And your voice bouncing on walls in our house |
| My belly is warm |
| And soon we’ll be taking you in |
| And out of the wild, cold storm |
| I don’t want to shout back |
| Or answer one question |
| Without a plan or a counter-attack |
| So little gets done |
| So little |
| Yes, fun |
| I am not a part of the long and tiring walk |
| I only have fingers and sentiment |
| To mind where we keep all our sweet thoughts |
| So little gets done |
| So little |
| Yes, fun |
