I'm laying on the floor
minding my own beeswax
when from outta nowhere
I begin to hear my brood
SQUEAKING
like all get out.
Hey Ron would you give a Doodle a chance,
a chance to wake up
to sniff the kids
to make sure everything is OK
and
then I'll play your silly game.
Besides I'd rather be here.
I know my followers would prefer this place,
No noise and demands,
just constant warm breezes,
fresh air
and
time to yourselfie.
