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1. I dread to sing on Sundays,

The songs in the hymn book are lame.

Whichever ones are chosen,

To me they all sound just the same.

I dread to sing on Sundays.

The chorister waves a slow hand.

These counselors sitting beside me

Are tone deaf up here on the stand.

2. It's way too warm this morning,

The thermostat broke late last night,

I can't keep my eyes open,

Please someone awake me, all right?

I fear I may start drooling

Or worse yet, I'll audibly snore,

Oh, curses to that blasted furnace,

Please speaker don't be such a bore.

3. So many children crying

It sounds like a room full of apes.

Their parents try to herd them

And keep them from making escapes.

I think I see a runner.

He’s trying to make for the door.

My wife’s getting up now to chase him.

My kid is a sprinter for sure.