Noisy
I'm a sweet natured guy from Dakota,
And I'm really not easy to rile;
For my life's rarely dull, and my glass is half full,
And I'm slower to frown than to smile.
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But, boy, does the bunk room get noisy,
When I take to my bed for the night...
Every sniff, groan and snore, and an awful lot more,
Which is neither restrained, nor polite.
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Of course, I'm quite fond of my bunk mates,
And I don't wish a soul any harm.
So I cover my head, and just lie there instead,
And imagine I live on a farm...
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