Down the stairs, in the basement, all the lights were out.
Hide and seek in the dark, you're never too old to play.
Sunday afternoon, we were in the basement.
I couldn't see a thing- I hit my head on a beam– somebody screamed. I felt water dripping down.
Please turn on the light, I've no idea where I am. The room is rocking back and forth, O God am I on a ship?
I've no idea where I am– the Santa Maria? Did we run aground somewhere in the Carribean? No, I think we're going down. I hear water on the deck and the mast splitting in two.
What I wouldn't give to discover America and continue to live– I'd hold the dirt up in my hand.
I'm sick of this game– tell me where I am. Please turn on the light. Mice are nice.