For Nancy Brown maybe you should have encouraged me to play the flute And for Ms Tibble who knew more about colds than kids
1 Sunday 8 25 a m The quieter you are the more you are able to hear At least that’s what Mom always told me And right now I was quiet I heard a mysterious noise It sounded like a doorbell The only problem was it wasn’t our doorbell DING-DONG I went to my bedroom door and looked down the hall
DING-DONG I followed the sound down the back stairs DING-DONG I peeked into the kitchen where I thought the noise was coming from DING-DONG There was no one in the kitchen I walked into the living room There was Dad his tools spread around him lined up like little soldiers ready for action Hi I said Hi Curious said Dad Do you want to help me finish putting in the new doorbell Why do we need a new doorbell I asked The old one broke he answered stepping out the front door And I want it to chime in the
