the clocks went forward
and left me behind
of all the year's changes
this one's most unkind.

less time in bed:
more time to be bad
less chance to develop
new symptoms of S.A.D.

the birds are a-twittering
the cats are a-killing
the buds are exploding
the evenings are chilling

there's no time to linger
gotta pull out my finger
it's time to stop dreaming:
wake up and start screaming!