It's Doesn't Matter

It doesn't matter how many toys they have They won't have those toys forever It doesn't matter what style they cut their hair It won't be that style forever It doesn't matter what clothes they wear They won't wear those clothes forever It doesn't matter how loud the music plays It won't play that loud forever It doesn't matter how much mess their toys will make The mess won't be there forever One day, the toys will all be gone Their hair will be styled as you like Their clothes will be clean and nicely matched and the music will be very quiet The mess won't exist, everything will be in its place, and all will be clean and quiet.... And you'll wonder what all the fuss was about Why, you worried and wished for quiet Why you wished for it to be tidy and clean Because now that it was there is only one thing you want One thing you wished for more than anything else For the house to be messy, with toys everywhere, and your children running a riot.