The morning’s come, I raise my head
So slowly from my comfy bed
I sense the ever constant sound
Of natures rising all around.
Sometimes I think I’d like to stay
Upon my cot one cozy day
And simply close my eyes once more
Ignore the world and lock the door.
Now this could be a grand surprise
And yet I know that I must rise
Old habits cannot be denied
Supposed perhaps, but never tried !