I move a pile of stuff from one part of the room to another
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to a different part of the room
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to a different part of the room
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to a different part of the room
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to the stairs
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to the top of the stairs
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to various drawers and  cupboards, shutting the doors quickly so the stuff doesn't all fall out
A bit later I move a pile of stuff from one part of the room to another 
A bit later I move the same pile of stuff to a different part of the room...

You’re like a windup toy 
That winds in the night
And flies into action early in the morning
You’re like a windup toy
With emotions
Big emotions 
Zooming through the air towards me with so much force that I have to hold onto things to stop me from whizzing away
You’re like a windup toy
A dog with a bone
A bat with a ball
Never stopping until the lights go off
You’re like a windup toy which tells me it’s every move
I’m going over here mummy
I’m drawing you a picture mummy
I just did a fart mummy
I’m hungry mummy
Windup toys don’t have a pause button 
Windup toys suddenly move when I thought they had run out of energy, making me jump
Windup toys don’t shout as loud as possible at 6 in the morning.
I’m glad you’re not a windup toy really but sometimes it would be good just to have time to pause so I can windup too.

Is a holiday a holiday when you wake up at 5.30am
Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to another holiday to recover from this holiday
Is a holiday a holiday when we leave our air bnb at 6.50am ready for the day
Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to bed
Or are these signs of a good time
Of adventure
Of excitement 
Of newness all around that blows your mind
And where I lose mine.
I’m trying to see a holiday through your eyes
And I’m wondering what time tomorrow will start.