It’s ten past four, the room is still dark,
I can’t get back to sleep.
The wife been pushing z’s all night,
and I’ve been counting sheep.

A distant vehicle trundles by,
I hear it’s engine rumbling.
Now the wife has changed her tune,
Her purring has changed to mumbling.

It’s still ten past four, the clock must have stopped,
Maybe the world stopped rotating.
When will I get back to sleep tonight,
I’m tired of all this waiting.

There goes a flock of seagulls,
Flying late at night.
How do they manage to get around?
They don’t even have a head light.

I’m feeling rather peckish now,
A cheese sandwich wouldn’t go a miss.
I’ve not been to the loo for a while,
Perhaps it’s time for a visit (insert your own rhyme).

It must be time for the fox to bark,
It made a racket the night before.
I turn my head to check the clock,
It’s only quarter past four.

I’ve sorted out insurmountable problems,
I’ve put the World to right.
Why can’t our politicians do it to.
I managed it without a light.

Is that dawn I see a breaking,
Has it come round oh so soon.
I can see the curtains brightening,
Maybe it just the full moon.

Maybe I should have been a Milkman,
They seem to manage in the dark.
They don’t mind being awake at this time,
They are always up with the lark.

A car door slams, someone’s back from their shift,
It won’t be long before they are asleep.
I’m lying here wide away,
And might still be this time next week.

I’ve been on my left, on my back,
Now let’s try on my right.
Now what was it my mother would say,
“Sweet dreams dear and sleep tight”.

My goodness me it’s nine o clock,
I’ve slept in again it’s true.
Life’s too short for wastng time,
I’ll get up and find something to do.