Sunny skies sleeps in the morning.
He doesn't know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon the day
Look at him yawning,
throwing his morning hours away
He knows how to ease down slowly
Every thing is fine in the end
G'morning all.... 'nother fine day!
Fortnum & Mason's Royal Blend in the cup, and all is well with the world!
Stitchawl