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A roof over my head Some rest on top of my head With many games to play We shall be safe each day Some clean floors to explore And with lots of food to pour Lots of chitter chatter And many games we can scatter If I can be myself, It is a place for myself. If it is a place for comfort, It shall always come first. It may sound like chaos, But we may go and pray on. Our parents give us freedom, So we should see ‘em. When we were younger, We would feel hunger. So they would feed us, Thus, we shall greet ‘em.