Does the robin have a Monday
Where he can’t get out of bed?
Does he wake with one eye open,
Feathers tussled on his head?
Does he curse the tardy sunrise
As his wings begin to squirm?
Do you think he really gives a crap
If he gets the early worm?
Do you think his wife starts chirping
‘Bout the raven guy next door?
Do you think he’s tired of hearing
How she wished that he’d do more?
Do you think he longs for younger days
When life was much less stressed?
Don’t you think he’d give a million grubs
To stay sleeping in his nest?