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IT'S FRIDAY
It's Friday,
I've slid
To the end of the week
Now a long lie-in
Is all that I seek
I
Shall have an early night
After a sip or two of wine
And then fall into bed
A gentle recline
When
Dawn hour turns
And those birds go cheep cheep
I shall be lost in unconsciousness
Under the duvet in a heap
No
Matter if a cannon
Goes off in my ear
Or
An earthquake shakes and
I come over all queer
If a rhinoceros
Stomps
Through my room fully dressed
To wake me up will
Leave it very hard pressed
Big Ben with his bell
Wouldn't turn an eyelash
A Greek playing with his crockery
Might make a hefty smash
But as likely as not
I will remain in a sleepnotic trance
So please pass around the message,
"Don't dare advance!"
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