Song: Home From School Poem by Dave SmithWhite

I am just a-sittin' here, with my lovely cats.
Perfectly stir-crazy, locked down with all my brats.
Not sure if I'm fittin' in, keepin' to the rule.
The kiddies are mad and bored, home from school.

Momma's doin' knittin', and findin' clothes to patch.
Sister's twerk and twittin', talkin' jive and snatch.
Don't know what I 'm thinkin', but I know it ain't cool.
The kids are in the mental ward, home from school.

Home from school, home from school.
All set to play and vent like lords, home from school.
Home from school, home from school.
Not yet content to be adored,
Home from school.

I keep my hands in mittens,
'Cause they're apt to bite and scratch.
My darling little kittens,
To which I've become attached.
But a caucus of these human young,
Give raucous voice with wilful tongue,
Like an unbridled mob of mule.
They bray and sass and whine en masse,
Home from school.

Home from school, home from school.
Determined not to be ignored, home from school.
Home from school, home from school.
They deign their presence as our reward,
Home from school.

Home from school, home from school.
And yet I pay their rent and board, home from school.
Home from school, home from school.
Discordant are these relentless hordes,
Home from school.