Sleepily, the winter sun sits
on the edge of day,
Lazily waiting for the wind
To lift his rosy red
Cloud cover.
Oh you Slugabed!
I have been up for hours.
I know, yes I know
Too well that
Christmas is over
and it is Sunday but
someone must be up,
Worrying, reckoning.
Besides those bills
There's taxes and insurance
And it's all going
To be hell to pay!;
