Us nine til’ fivers,
Miss out on early morning beauty.
Dew drops on the grass,
Mist rolling around the trees,
The sun waking all the bumble bees.
You, early rise and shine people,
Miss out on mid-morning too…
Freshly buttered toast to eat in bed,
Gooseberry jam, hot tea, orange juice.
You miss out just the same as we do,
But we don’t rub it in like you.
