She sits in the dark,
As the darkness of night fell once again,
Sleeps in silence till the call of the lark,
While she sleeps, she lets go of her pen,
With morning comes the joy of work,
When the sunrises, she ventures out from her cover,
Work the thing, she'll never shirk,
With head in a blur, she there leaves her lover,
Her alarm clock, charms her out of bed,
Then she can leave her cosy lair,
So she can go and earn her bread,
After combing her silken hair,
Got to earn her daily pay,
Makes her money, so she can play!
(c) LIVVI