Lee in the window and hands all a helping Rubbish composting and little eyes sleeping Views of the hills that all seem to sing These are a few of my favorite things. Holes that are gone and debris stacked in piles Complete kitchen walls and Philip all smiles New and old lemons and peppers to bring These are a few of my favorite things. When the tools drill, when the dust clings When I’m being a crab I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so mad. Clean copper pipes and blooms that can’t hide Green Boston ivy climbing there on the side New baby to welcome before next spring These are a few of my favorite things. When the back aches, when the clothes clings When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad.