Asleep at dawn? You just missed the best
The world has brushed its teeth
Everything is fresh good and clean
As the peeping light filterers through the trees
I love to kick due drops from grass tops
Tweeting in the nest, chicks answer natures call
Just like me playing out the hand thus dealt
If only I were a painter artist
I could create my mind's eye on a canvas
Oh! What a work of art that could be
They call me a hopeless hapless dreamer
So what!
