Snakes From Single Socks

It's the day after she left

And the sun shines less bright

It's as though all the clouds

Have gathered over night

But still I laugh

At all the boobie traps she's left for me

Like the plunger in the shower tray

She stuck it there to flood the tile floor

And all things left in shoes

All the laces tied up in knots

Pen marks on the wall paper

And snakes from single socks

There's sand across the hallway

Cut out bits of paper in the toaster

What a funny flavor to the milk

And I love her more than anyone

And I miss her more each time she has to go

And I love her more than anyone

And I miss her more each time she has to go

She's only added orange juice, some paper and some salt

And I've still got nine more days to straighten it all out

I must try harder

To make those faerie cakes using Rupert's recipes

And the plans that I made for us campin out

It's time they took shape

Cuz she won't be four in a week forever I know

And all these daft pass times

She'll no doubt soon out grow

And I love her more than anyone

And I miss her more each time she has to go

And I love her more than anyone

But I miss her more each time she has to go

I loooooove her