It's O' so very early, but the Sergeant Major said br At Zero 6 each morning I must leave my cosy bed br I'm not an early bird, so I think it's fair to say br That I'm not really conscious until later in the day br br But dutifully I rise, however not that fast br As a savour each and every moment up until the last br I stagger to the shower, that makes me feel anew br Then it's off to the cookhouse for a piece of toast or two br br I start to feel more normal as the coffee filters in br Then I'm ready for my working day to earnestly begin br As the morning sallies forth, I start to pick up pace br And once more a smile becomes a feature of my face br br By midmorning I'm a dervish and fully up to speed br Name it and it's done, anything you need br By lunch I'm in full swing, but my energies are low br So it's back to the cookhouse for some sustenance I go br br Refuelled I feel much better, but balance up the gain br By taking just a little nap to alleviate the strain br After just an hour, two at the very most br I resume my daily tasks at my usual duty post br br Eager as a beaver I soldier on elated br Knowing that I've done my best and cannot be berated br The afternoon soon passes, helped by my little rest br So who could begrudge my me time, if I'm to do my best br br By six or seven I'm weary and ready to close the door br As it's almost time for me to return to the bed that I adore br But first there is the cookhouse to replenish my reserve br Before I return to my sanctuary and the sleep that I deservebr br James S Newcomb Langbr br