When you're living on your own
There's no one to complain,
About your funny noises,
Hrumph! is one I'd name.
Now this is close to huffing,
Which I do all the time.
And I suppose it's now become
To be a habit of mine.
In the urban dictionary,
Of which I use a lot,
It states it shows bad temper,
Which I don't think I've got.
So if I ever meet you,
Please bear this in mind.
I might be grumpy now and then
But I'm not that way inclined.