As another day begins to dawn
A piercing sound I hear
It is the clock beside my bed
That screams at me so near
And as I place my hand upon it
To block its constant cry
The noise is stopped at once – hooray!
So I lay down and sigh
But as I snuggle deep within
The comfort of my bed
The motion of the clock I hear
‘Get up, you’re not yet dead’
Tick tock, tick tock
The rhythm of the clock
As the time of day is racing by
I shout out loud ‘please stop’
But the clock it does not listen
It covers up its ears
So once again I raise my voice
‘Be quiet, I’m sleeping here’
Then the clock becomes defiant
As time is on its side
And as its hands turn round and round
I slide down the bed to hide
But even in the darkness
Trapped and all alone
The calling of the clock surrounds me
In the bedroom of my home
And so we start to argue
As it tries to get its way
‘Get out of bed you lazy thing
Get dressed and start your day’
This clock it does annoy me
But what is it I can do?
Then suddenly a thought pops up
I’ll drop it down the loo!
Then its petty voice can’t wake me
In the early morning light
And work will be a distant dream
As I roll over and say ‘goodnight’!
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