I Live In A Plastic Hamster Ball

I live in plastic hamster ball

You can push me back and forth

You can roll me down a hill until

I can’t tell south from north

I live in a plastic hamster ball

I’m safe from fights or scuffles

The voices from the outside world

Sound muted, vague and muffled

I live in a plastic hamster ball

It’d flood if I happened to cry

But I don’t mind when rainclouds weep

In here, I’m warm and dry

I live in a plastic hamster ball

The thing I don’t like is the sun

When heat gets trapped, it’s boiling hot

I’m roasted from rare to well-done

I live in a plastic hamster ball

I have nothing to breath but old breath

They say that it’s good to recycle

But I think I’m recycling to death

I live in a plastic hamster ball

I can’t chew myself out with my teeth

So I spin round and round in my one-person town
While the giant Earth spins on beneath