Up With The Lark
I’m not an early morning girl
I can’t arise early
I hate to see the sun get up
Or hear the lark you see
I don’t get why the working day
Just starts at 9 o’clock
Or why on earth set an alarm
To wake you with a shock
Nor can I comprehend at all
That breakfast stops at ten
For after that it’s mid morning
According to Big Ben
For in my simple life I wake
When all are in full swing
When birds have got out of their nests
And church bells start to ring
When the sun has risen up and
Pushed the moon out of sight
And when the day has warmed a bit;
Jack frost has taken flight
When sleepy eyes are memories
And dreams are so long gone
I like to start my day just then
Albeit later on!
Written
on November 16, 2013