The hinges and spring
in chourus sing
With every squeak and skrong
they sing this song
A melody of memories
of all who happened through
Each charge of children
Every covered caserole
And friends who came to call
Every sneaking out early
Every creeping in late
A bundle of joy carried in
An empty vessle carried out
Every slamming marks a moment
Where everything changed
Everything changes
And the screen sings no more