Here we have our dust-free dining set
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We guarantee it won’t collect a speck
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Freeing up the children to instead
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Grow into your molding
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Heed more of your scolding
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Go early to their new self-making beds
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Seems like you’d be tired of losing face
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Like you’d want to put the children in their place
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The more you have to tell them to do their chores
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The more you run the risk of being ignored
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If you’re lucky they’ll turn out as good as you
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You tell them that they’re good kids but you know it isn’t true
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Your father drank a little; you’re on liver number two
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Progress has a way of feigning ease
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Convenient new inventions bait the tease
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For though it is impossible to cure:
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A husband bent on cheating
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The oxygen depleting
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A child who’s always bragging
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A wife’s persistent nagging
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We’re equipped to live though it were
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If you’re lucky they’ll turn out as good as you
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You tell them that they’re good kids but you know it isn’t true
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Your father drank a little; you’re on liver number two
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Progress
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| Pedro The Lion |
