Good night sweet prince,
The motions of the day are done,
It is the time when this or that,
Are placed into the memory vault.

The morning magically appeared,
You sang the song and ran to find,
That half the day was stolen away,
By time you knew the afternoon sun.

You shook your head mystified,
When all at once the wall clock said,
You better pack up and homeward go,
Before the traffic makes you mad.

And so, you eat your dinner last,
Again stare blindly at the tube,
The news is shocking and boring, too,
When it is time to tuck yourself away.

So sweet prince do not lament the time,
Because the morning will soon arrive,
And on the treadmill you again resume,
To sing the song you've  yet to find.