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Dear Lord, protect my pleading ears.
The killer sound that rock drill's making
Is rattling through my grandpa's jaws,       
And I can see the walls are shaking!

No peace at lunch – my trembling spoon
Spatters the warm stew everywhere.
The noise has terrorized my cat;  
She's scampered to her secret lair.

Dear Lord, shield me this afternoon
When I attempt to take a nap,
For if the ceiling falls on me,
I'll wake directly on your lap.