I spend my days locked up in my room,
I waste my time thinking of ways I could escape the gloom.
I thought I could use the window,
But, I think I might fall.
I could whittle a hole in the wall,
But that would do nothing at all…
I could use the door, it’s true,
But what a bore!
I could make a hole in the floor!
I would fall right into the kitchen,
That seems safe, unless, there was a knife,
Then I might lose my life.
After all, I think I might use the door after all.
It still is such a bore to use the door…