Yawn, Yawn, Yawn

One was a piper.

One was a rat.

They couldn't decipher

How it came to that.

And at the cockadoodle

They crawled out of their beds.

As if the rooster knew

Each rising dawn they dread.

Lost in a flurry.

Looking for land mines

Hid in a ribcage

Back at the front line.

And when the sun is falling

They crawl out of their skins.

They hear the moonlight calling

Them from this mess they're in.

Take deep breaths and waste sweet seconds.

The late day beckons

And if you save it, it will slip away-

Spend 7 nights like Saturday.

Yawn, Yawn, Yawn,

We're all long gone.

If we get lucky we'll be dead by dawn.

So let's get it on.

I want to get it on!

Charging the windmill

And missing the mark.

Blinded by sunlight

But building an ark.

I've got 1,000,000 dollars

Made of 10,000,000 dimes

Paid for 1,000,000 failures

Of others' good advice.