I’m quite afraid to say
But there’s been a terrible mistake:
It’s before 9:00 AM on a Sunday
And I’m up, about, awake!
I’m not tired, droopy, moody.
I’d say I feel okay.
I guess I’ll go to bed again
And hope it goes away.
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