I spend my days
Laying around
Wondering the ways
Our voice boxes make sound

All of the things I say
All of the things I hear
Our voice boxes have a way
To make sound come to my ear

The world does not make much sense
I don't know how things work
Our life comes with expense
But of course it is all its worth

So many gears in turn
The world spins round and round
The universe may learn
That voice boxes make sound

All things work together
Beauty in all ways
My head light as a feather
This is how I spend my days