once upon a morning merry
woken by my sunshine-dearie
and haunted of my dreams no more
off to church she planned so clearly
running late but not so nearly
but for more than I can endure
Get up! Get up! she shouted clearly
worrying if I would wake still weary;
I followed instead of sleeping more.
I had to change out in the car
but if she waited, more late by far
and so she walked while I changed more.
yet for me she still waited,
and as for me, I ran unaided,
chains chiming and my legs still sore.