Chaos is Running Around

Back forth, forth and back... Chaos is running around, whack. In the kitchen when I'm washing dishes. In the car both near and far. In the dining room eating dinner. Even in church, sits the sinner. In the house, Quiet as a mouse. Not disturbing anyone. Until he begins his fun. He sings a song so sweet. He lies in the bed at our feet. He looks so good and fine. But in the end he'll make you whine. He smiles at you like nothing is going on. But alas when chaos begins, Chaos is the guilty one. I can't get Chaos out of my life. He refuses to leave because I need him, so he says. Chaos is always running around.