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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: A LITTLE NAP IN THE MORNING, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Henry has gone to his work
Last Line: Aw, what's the use of a nap!
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers
First Line: Henry has gone to his work
Last Line: Aw, what's the use of a nap!
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers
Henry has gone to his work.
Now for a nice little nap,
—Bang! I awake with a jerk.
Loud on the door sounds a rap!
Now for a nice little nap.
No, I don't want any berries.
Loud on the door sounds a rap.
Goodness, how frowsy my hair is!
No! I don't want any berries!
(Hucksters are surely a bore).
Goodness, how frowsy my hair is,
Now I'll try sleeping once more.
Hucksters are surely a bore
—Now there's a ring on the phone.
Well, I'll try sleeping once more.
Why can't they leave me alone?
Now, there's a ring on the phone.
Zing—goes the dumbwaiter bell.
Why can't they leave me alone?
I want to sleep for a spell.
Zing!—goes the dumbwaiter bell.
Ice? I don't want it at all.
I want to sleep for a spell.
There comes a ring from the hall!
Ice? I don't want it at all!
Who can be waiting outside?
There comes that ring from the hall.
Lord, how my patience is tried!
Who can be waiting outside?
Gas man? Just leave me the bill.
Lord, how my patience is tried—
Still, I must sleep, and I will!
Gas man, just leave me the bill!
There goes the phone, "ting-a-ling."
Still, I must sleep, and I will!
Heavens, how loud it does ring!
There goes the phone, "ting-a-ling!"
There goes the dumbwaiter, too,
Heavens, how loud it does ring!
Sleep?—I can't sleep, and that's true!
There goes the dumbwaiter, too,
Now at the door comes a tap.
Sleep, I can't sleep, and that's true!
Aw, what's the use of a nap!
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