I'm certain I'd feel so alive If I could sleep til half past five. I wish my daughter didn't ought to Choose a time quite close to 4 to Rouse me from my slumber deep - (Oh wonderful, beloved sleep!) And drag me downstairs in the dark Before the cockerel or the lark Has sung its early morning song. (It makes the day extremely long!)
I think, and I bet you'll comply, My standards aren't exactly high. It's rather modest, on the whole, For half past five to be the goal. But just for now, it seems to me That really isn't meant to be. So, 'til I have some better luck, My first word every day is: "Bother!"
Your children drive you round the bend, You want to make them happy, But lack of sleep, because of them, Has made you rather snappy. The other parents seem so calm, Which leaves you feeling crummy, Improve your mood outstandingly By reading Rhyming Mummy.