Wakey, Wakey, rise and shine, Heaven help us, what's the time? Seems to me like midnight still Will I make it up the hill? Will I catch the early train Or have I overslept again? Hustle bustle hurry there, Brush my teeth and comb my hair. Last winter I was doing fine, Down with British Summer Time: O woe is me, alas alack, Greenwich Mean Time please come back: Ian N. Parker. 3B. |