Apologies to Robert Frost.
Whose bedroom is this I think I know.
Her bedroom is in the basement though.
She will not see me cleaning here.
To not get her into trouble I do not know.
My sister her room is near.
I think I hear her coming.
I sort through her laundry
All through the day she thinks I'm strange.
The floor is very grimy.
I think the piano is so slimy.
Cause there's candy all around.
It really does disgust me.
She says she'll clean it any day.
I see her laying in the bed.
I see her in the hay.
I wish she clean today.
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