A Schoolboy's Lament

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.

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