To the man who is up all night,
Who some never see.
Isn't it lovely to be?
To be paid to just to watch them sleep.
So peaceful in their slumbers.
You rarely have a thing to do.
Yet you are paid none the less.
But the job costs more than it pays...
And your jabbering keeps haunted minds alert and on guard.
And its hard for you to be alert too...
When you need to be.
For appointments, errands, social activities, and such.
You take care of us...
But you must take care of you!
Oh mystery man who does not sleep.
Be careful my dear.
Someday it may be you,
Restless in their beds.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
To the man who is up all night,
Who some never see.
Isn't it lovely to be?
To be paid to just to watch them sleep.
So peaceful in their slumbers.
You rarely have a thing to do.
Yet you are paid none the less.
But the job costs more than it pays...
And your jabbering keeps haunted minds alert and on guard.
And its hard for you to be alert too...
When you need to be.
For appointments, errands, social activities, and such.
You take care of us...
But you must take care of you!
Oh mystery man who does not sleep.
Be careful my dear.
Someday it may be you,
Restless in their beds.
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