The children come at 8:45,
They come to the museum.
I also come at quarter till nine-
but I don't want to see 'em.
The children scream and laugh and play.
They want me to join in.
I tell them I'm not there for them-
With the smirkiest of grins.
But then I see their happy faces
Quickly fade away.
They start to pout and milk it out-
I've just ruined their day.
So even though I want to chill
With friends in hidy places,
I've learned to scream and laugh and play-
I like the happy faces.
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