Harder the Hotter the Day (inspired by The 37th Wombat)

Harder the Hotter the Day

In the cool of the morning

My head comes unglued

I get sorry that you went away

But I’d better keep moving

Just try to get on

It gets harder, the hotter the day.

 

The kitchen needs cleaning

The goldfish needs food

And I don't have nothing to say

But I better start working

Mowing that lawn

It gets harder, the hotter the day.

 

Everyday housework

Every small chore

is harder to do on my own

But all thoughts of labour

Fly out the door

When it’s thirty degrees on my phone.

 

My body gets tired

My head it gets stewed

A case of all work and no play

And I miss you all weathers

Now that you’re gone

And it gets harder, the hotter the day.