Tick, tock, watch the clock,
Wonder how I had that thought.
Getting up is such a chore
When your feet won’t touch the floor.
I don’t know what I thought
When I set the clock for nought.
Crazy, seems, to get out
Of these comfy covers, now.
Do you blame me, even so,
For being tired and moving slow?
I’ll be up, soon as I
Catch a little more shut-eye.