Late from Bed

I know this little lad

Who never woke up early,

Who’d never known

The vesper of morning,

Who thought that

The moon and the stars

Came out only at night

I know this little lad

Who never woke up early,

Who’d never heard

The chirps of morning birds,

Who thought that

There are no twitters

Better than that of a crow

I know this little lad

Who never woke up early,

Who’d never seen the dew

Of the cool morning air,

Who thought that

Fog and mist

Came only on our tropic winters

I know this little lad

Who never woke up early.

Of all kinship with him,

I know him to be

My own dear little brother!