The morning sun comes beaming in
To pierce the dream I’m dreaming in;
The sounds of day come winging through
To route the sleep I’m clinging to—
I’d give a lot, yes, all I’ve got
To sleep, to dream, to even snore
A little more!

But someone lets the puppy out
To get me with his cold, wet snout,
And children whisper loud as shrieks
And wallow on a bed that creaks;
The garbage man bangs clean the cans,
And neighbors rattle pots and pans;
And pigeons cruise by chatty twos
Across my roof in hobnailed shoes—
I groan, I sigh, again I try
To sleep, to dream, to even snore
A little more!

Somehow the day comes seeping in
Whatever room I’m sleeping in—
The front, the rear—Oh, never fear,
The sun looks in to grin and jeer
At me a-sighing, dozing, trying
To sleep, to dream….to even snore
A little more!