On a beautiful day we could’ve been outside
My brother, cousins and me
Instead we were in the house making all sorts of trouble, you see
The attic was such a mysterious place
A place to explore indeed
So one by one, chock-full with fun, we entered the attic with glee.
Pink fluff and gray dust surrounded the floors and walls
Some lie thin, some lie thick, and some lie very tall.
When done with our fun, one by one, we climbed down the attic stairs.
We pushed we tugged we raised we lugged until we gave up without a care.
The attic stairs were now broke and this was no joke especially when our parents came home.
We prepared ourselves for our cards had been dealt and we couldn’t feel more cold and alone.
On a beautiful day we could’ve been outside
My brother cousins and me
Instead, we were inside the house getting in all sorts of trouble you see.