It’s 7:00 in the morning
and I’m feeling half dead
Gotta wake the munchkin
Gotta drag him outa bed
We need time for some breakfast
and a photo or twelve
Then off to school we will head
Into learning he will delve
There is no time to dally
there is no time to dilly
Waking him’s like waking dead
I don’t exaggerate, really
But it’s 7:00 in the morning
and I’m feeling half dead
Gotta wake the munchkin
Gotta drag him outa bed
I wrote that exact poem about 20 years ago. We used to fight over who'd get stuck waking YOU up for school. Lovingly from MOM