So Little

I am not a part of all your torrent, feathering talk

I only hear teeth clicking about

And your voice bouncing on walls in our house

My belly is warm

And soon we'll be taking you in

And out of the wild, cold storm

I don't want to shout back

Or answer one question

Without a plan or a counter-attack

So little gets done

So little

Yes, fun

I am not a part of the long and tiring walk

I only have fingers and sentiment

To mind where we keep all our sweet thoughts

So little gets done

So little

Yes, fun