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
