They paint, and they varnish, and size;
They thump, and they wrangle, and clatter,
And drive away sleep from my eyes.
They make me as mad as a hatter,
And cause me quite early to rise!
The staircase is all barricaded,
The handle removed from each door;
My own sacred Den is invaded—
My papers all strewn on the floor!
My books and my letters are scattered,