The carpet’s lazy,
it’s been laying there too long,
but nicely spread out.
The carpets music,
is rock and roll, but no rock,
and rolling’s boring.
It is thread bare,
in places we can’t speak of
so we cover up.
The weavers charming,
wove the fabric nicely tight,
with lovely patterns.
They say the rugs shrugged,
the mats got fat, carpets rolled,
and floors were a bore.
