Peace and quiet,
would be nice,
but outside the sirens cry,
and as the market traders shout,
and they sell their wares to the people walking by,
oh, what a life it is,
I say to the cat,
the cat,
who is sat upon my lap,
and who quite content purrs loudly,
and follows the birds up in the sky,
for such is the hustle and the bustle,
that to be still,
and to have calm is a pleasure,
but sadly,
it is far too quickly gone,
far too quickly gone,
in the blink of an eye.
