The sun rises upon the morn,
Igniting the sky red with the dawn.
Crisp air of night thaws,
The life slowly returning to the fields and moors.
And with the fading of the night,
Comes the neighbours, out in spite.
To rudely waken me from my lumber,
With the wretch sound of their lawnmower.
The world once alive again,
Is a beautiful sight for all men,
To witness the trees bright with colour,
Makes all heart humbler.
The dawn will come today and what do you know?
It’ll come again tomorrow, for all the people that go,
To work too early down my street,
And wake me from blessed sleep.
But the birds are singing,
The world is waking,
Why won’t you join them?
What are you thinking?
I was thinking of flying with fluffy pink sheep,
But now you have woken me from the deep,
So, I’ll tell you this once and hope you listen,
Shut the fuck up and let me sleep!