In my home, I see my mom cooking,
Over there my sister on her phone, looking.
I see my dad with a broom,
So I think it’s time to clean my room.
As I sit on my bed with my iPad in my hands, I get a message that’s rude
To make myself happy I get food.
No one can bother me here
I don’t need to shed a tear.
My room is so cozy
It makes me dozy.
My house is beside the church, behind the field, and in front of the garage.
My family and me is all that I need.