Down the stairs,
in the basement,
all the lights were out.
Hide and seek
in the dark,
you're never too old to play.
Sunday
afternoon,
we were in the basement.
I couldn't see a thing-
I hit my head on a beam"“
somebody screamed.
I felt water dripping down.
Please turn on the light,
I've no idea where I am.
The room is rocking back and forth,
O God am I on a ship?
I've no idea where I am"“
the Santa Maria?
Did we run aground
somewhere in the Carribean?
No, I think we're going down.
I hear water on the deck
and the mast splitting in two.
What I wouldn't give
to discover America
and continue to live"“
I'd hold the dirt up in my hand.
I'm sick of this game"“
tell me where I am.
Please turn on the light.
Mice are nice.