You'll hear me snoring, long and deep,
Don't wake me up, 'twould make me weep,
Oh how I love my slumber.
I'll sleep 'til my alarm clock blares,
I'll snore away my woes and cares,
Won't dream of Handi-Transit fares,
Or buying loads of lumber.
You see I am a tired wretch,
For rhymes I've clearly got to stretch,
Oh, one more rhyme I've got to fetch,
That goes with slumber and lumber.
