Wake up, wake up my flat belly my silly heart my smelly ‘art’ my rising arms.
Wake up, wake up to fry an egg to feed me cheese to make some tea to give out hugs.
Wake up, wake up walk out of house get first front seat to move ahead and dream afar.
Wake up, wake up the time has come the months have reached to three-sixty (months) thirty is here!!!
Wake up, wake up do we need to? as we’re awake to our respect and our freedom.
Let’s back let’s back under blanket to chant poem lovely new age forever more!
