THIS morning I woke up at five And nothing seemed to be alive! I couldn't find my voice to speak, Even the bed springs wouldn't squeak— There was no sound at all—The room Was crowded full of cold, grey gloom— It pressed up close beside my bed And made strange singings in my head. Then someone shrilly shouted, "Whoa!" And all the strangeness seemed to go— I never felt so glad before To hear the milkman at the door! |