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!
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