Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison
Little shakes with an evil grin on my face
If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this
The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The horn screams through the night
Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.
Looking at the time I cringe
At best I will get six hours of sleep
That will probably be closer to five
Even though that will suck, I figured out how to turn on the light!
Giving the dice another toss
Anthony asked Lydia to be his girlfriend again
Maybe the tenth time would be the charm
Even though he knew she would say no
Sometimes when you are six you need to be persistent