The buzzing of a mosquito
The sting of a gnat
The barking of dogs,
The howling of cats.

The buzzing of a saw,
The honking of a horn.
The whistle of a train,
The sting of a thorn.

These things are life,
They happen each day.
Sometimes it's serious,
Other times it's gay.

The moon comes up,
The sun goes down.
Lights blink on,
Folks go downtown.

Today it will snow,
Tomorrow it will rain.
Tuesday was joy,
Saturday was pain.

All week we work,
Evenings we play.
Saturdays we shop,
Sundays we pray.

We speak to friends,
And pay our bills.
And try to go hunting,
Or fishing in the hills.

We always get up,
If we happen to fall.
We have our troubles,
Both large and small.

The soup boils over,
The car won't start.
Some of us are bright,
Lots of us smart.

Our money is getting shorter,
But we hardly care.
We'll cross that bridge,
When we get there.

We buy new shoes,
When the old ones are worn.
Then we discover,
Our coat is all torn.

People stop by,
To tell us their woes.
Why they want to tell us,
The Lord only knows.

We plan some day,
To travel the earth.
But we stay in one spot,
From the time of our birth.

The women get married,
So do the men.
Then they wish they weren't,
So they can play again.

These are some,
Of the things I see.
Just look around,
If you don't believe me.

"This title is strange,"
I bet you'll say.
But I could have called it.
"Our World Today".

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