noodle noodle
doorbell chime
who's that calling after nine
a toaster and saucepan looking for a friend
and a hippo hiding behind a hat stand
noodle noodle
doorbell chime
who is calling at this time
an oak tree wearing high heeled boots
and sixteen spatulas in business suits
noodle noodle
doorbell chime
a call this late should be a crime
three red pens and an oyster shell
all singing songs with a bicycle bell
noodle noodle
doorbell chime
earlier in the day would have been fine
an oven door with braces on
the parrot in pyjamas shouts BE GONE!
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