There are frogs on the loose in the kitchen,
And they’re leaping from saucer to cup.
They appear to be on a mission
To make me wash everything up.
The sink is stacked high up with dishes,
The washing up bowl’s on the floor,
And I’m practically sure I saw fishes,
Washed up on the draining board shore.
There’s a grim science project just starting
On the other side of the fridge door.
The amoeba and fungus go karting,
The protozoa just spore.
There’s mould on the cheese and the bacon,
And a stink that inhabits the air.
A mistake I ain’t gonna be makin’
Is to stick my poor schnozzle in there!
Mum and Dad will be back in the morning;
It’s the first time they’ve left us alone,
And they gave us a very strict of warning,
Regarding the upkeep of home.
Well, we didn’t have (too many) parties,
And we broke (almost) nothing at all,
So I’d better tell Davey and Marty:
They said my job’s to hoover the hall.