...pendulum has swung,
I've gone down another rung,
no matter how the song is sung,
sleep, from me has been wrung. (phew!)
A difference of two and a half hours sleep,
ten thirty today, one yesterday, how could I possibly keep...
....track of the way that it goes,
will I ever get normal hours, who knows.
So while I'm up for the day, so it seems,
I'll have more hours, in my dreams,
there's no need to fight it now,
no need for me to have a cow!
I guess, then, that I'll just go,
push some buttons, at the top, not below,
it's not hard to choose which one,
I press them all, while there on the run.
Goodnight, Jon-boy
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