The People Downstairs

The people below us sure like to complain-
they say that their ceiling is under great strain.

They say we've got tap-dancing hippos that jump,
that wrecking balls plop with a deafening thump.

That giant jackhammers are constantly drilling-
they say that the racket above them is chilling.

They say there's a cattle stampede on the run,
but it's only my brother and me having fun.