Who-o-o, who-o-o!
Hark!
I’m a night owl,
No need to lark about,
That featherbrained flyer and midnight-cryer,
Call it agitated depression?
Or a major obsession?
For me it’s more than a
Moonlight requisition,
Oh she can’t come soon enough!
So call me a madman, a crazy, a
Lunatic… tock… tick… tock on the
Midnight clock,
I’m that odd sock,
Sending love letters by semaphore to the
Crystal rock,
With frantic arms and
Lips on lock,
But still the clock goes
Tock… tick… tock…
Who-o-o, who-o-o!
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