Song lyrics for every crafter, I know,
but life without the ideas? Emphatically, NO!
Seven days in a week; it's always been so.
Why is there still little time left to sew?
So we work for six days and rest all the other.
Still can't get it done, one day looks like another.
Our days are too short, need no more things to do,
Since the orders we've got will all soon be due.
No time for long sleep, just an hour or two.
Quick shower will help, but no time for food, too.
Just a minute to spare, find some new clothes to wear.
Seems pointless, some days, 'cause I'm going nowhere.
Need to pick up the house and bring in the mail.
Feed the kids, brush the cat. I'm glad I'm female!
The tea has gone cold, dinner needs to be made.
Forgot to eat lunch, think we just need a maid.
Let's get back to work, can't put on the brake.
Seems like just yesterday that we had a small break.
Pipe cleaners are missing, the cats have been here.
I yell and I scream, but they don't seem to hear.
One more log in the stove, need to get some more wood
from the log pile outside. Wish someone else would.
The cats want their food, my brain's filled with mist.
What part was I on? Will it really be missed?
My feet are asleep, the laundry can wait.
If I don't get up soon, I'll start putting on weight.
The house is a mess, Lady Chaos doth reign.
Better bring in the clothes; oh, why did it rain?
Cobwebs and dust tell their own little tale.
Just sad when your cat has some on his own tail.
Sunlight is gone, but we still need two hours
to finish this thing or the sale won't be ours.
What? Bedtime already? The hours they flew.
It feels hot in here, hope I don't have the flu.
Back to work, Etsy store needs more dolls in their clothes.
It's been fun, gotta run. Our poem must close.
Each day brings new hope that we sell more than buy.
All workers at Peppermint Toes say "good-bye".
but life without the ideas? Emphatically, NO!
Seven days in a week; it's always been so.
Why is there still little time left to sew?
So we work for six days and rest all the other.
Still can't get it done, one day looks like another.
Our days are too short, need no more things to do,
Since the orders we've got will all soon be due.
No time for long sleep, just an hour or two.
Quick shower will help, but no time for food, too.
Just a minute to spare, find some new clothes to wear.
Seems pointless, some days, 'cause I'm going nowhere.
Need to pick up the house and bring in the mail.
Feed the kids, brush the cat. I'm glad I'm female!
The tea has gone cold, dinner needs to be made.
Forgot to eat lunch, think we just need a maid.
Let's get back to work, can't put on the brake.
Seems like just yesterday that we had a small break.
Pipe cleaners are missing, the cats have been here.
I yell and I scream, but they don't seem to hear.
One more log in the stove, need to get some more wood
from the log pile outside. Wish someone else would.
The cats want their food, my brain's filled with mist.
What part was I on? Will it really be missed?
My feet are asleep, the laundry can wait.
If I don't get up soon, I'll start putting on weight.
The house is a mess, Lady Chaos doth reign.
Better bring in the clothes; oh, why did it rain?
Cobwebs and dust tell their own little tale.
Just sad when your cat has some on his own tail.
Sunlight is gone, but we still need two hours
to finish this thing or the sale won't be ours.
What? Bedtime already? The hours they flew.
It feels hot in here, hope I don't have the flu.
Back to work, Etsy store needs more dolls in their clothes.
It's been fun, gotta run. Our poem must close.
Each day brings new hope that we sell more than buy.
All workers at Peppermint Toes say "good-bye".
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