• Id:

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  • Prompt:

    Write an anthem to my precious family, who I love very much, that they need to do the chores with me. Especially this big pile of laundry. If they don’t work they absolutely will not eat. I am not their servant!

  • Image:

    No Chores, No Chow!
  • Description:

    The image depicts a cozy scene of a family room with a large pile of laundry in the corner. The laundry is stacked high, and it seems like a mountain of clothes. The room is furnished with a couch, a chair, and a dining table. There are also several teddy bears scattered around the room, adding a touch of warmth and playfulness to the scene. The overall atmosphere of the room suggests a loving family environment where everyone is expected to contribute to the household chores.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: No Chores, No Chow!
    Tags: Anthemic, Broadway, Family Pop
    
    [Verse 1]
    Rise and shine, the day's begun,
    Laundry mountain blocks the sun!
    Teddy bears are watchin' close,
    Time to hustle, strike a pose!
    
    [Chorus]
    No chores, no chow, that's how it goes,
    Fold that shirt, line up those clothes!
    I'm not your maid, I’ve made it clear,
    Pitch in now or skip dinner, dear!
    
    [Verse 2]
    Crumbs on carpet, dishes stacked,
    This ain’t a palace, it’s a pact!
    If you love me, show you care,
    Roll up sleeves and share the flair!
    
    [Chorus]
    No chores, no chow, that’s the deal,
    Help me spin that laundry wheel!
    I’m your mom, not hired staff,
    Do your part or skip your snack!
    
    [Bridge]
    [Spoken Word]
    This home runs on love—and effort.
    Love means scrubbin’ that lasagna pan.
    Even bears pick up their fluff.
    
    [Final Chorus]
    No chores, no chow, hear the beat,
    Work it hard, then let’s all eat!
    One big team, one family vow:
    Clean together—starting now!
    
    [Outro]
    We sing, we dance, we fold, we sweep,
    We earn our food, we earn our sleep.
    No more fussin', no more row—
    This is our home… no chores, no chow!
    
    [End]