The birds chirp, it’s six o’clock in the morning
It’s the seventeenth summer of my life and still counting
The sun has risen for a brand new day
The night flew by and the clouds gave way

The windows and doors are being opened for the sun to enter everyone’s home
Even the rose chases the sun and bails out of its dome
Every kitchen is filled with the smell of pancakes, bacons, and sunny side-ups
Everyone is reading the morning paper while drinking coffees from their cups

Everyone else is starting a sunny brand new day
As for me, I haven’t got a single slumber come my way
I’d been up all night tossing and turning trying to get some sleep
I drank my milk, read a book yet I’m too excited to write this poem that on dreamland I lost the trip