In the morning the birds do chirp for the light of day
the horses run to their stables for their breakfast hay.
The maiden puts upon her head, a rusty bucket of color grey.
She walks upon the gravel path whistling all the way.
DING DONG! goes the bell, the cleaner comes through the door
but the chimney cleaner cannot clean for the masters snore.
The butler gets ready for a nap, for his work is all done
But "no no no", says the chef look there's the masters son.
Lets prepare the biggest feast, let nothing be left astray.
For this is the masters son, go go, get him his purple array.
After the feast all went to bed, quiet as can be
Except of course the masters snore which maketh his wife to flee.
And so as usual the sun goes down and dark comes upon the day
The wind does chime, and the trees do sway
Tis a very long day that now is over
Quieter than an empty room in the village Dover. |
