Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.
The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.
The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.
We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.
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Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.
The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.
The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.
We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.