The sunrise is a golden peach delight
Melting the treacle blackness
Of the kingdom of the night.
The brightening wakens me
From my deep insensible slumber,
And outside of my window
The songbirds grow in number
To sing their dawn chorus
Competing to be heard
Each big boy trying to sing much louder,
Than any other big boy bird.
So the conspiracy of our brilliant star,
And my feathered cocky friends,
Means that now it's very certain
This is where my snoozing ends !

Tom Higgins