Now somebody tell me I've got the wrong end of the stick.
Wakey Wakey
Wakey wakey. Half past three.
Make yourself a cup of tea.
A cup of tea will clear your head.
The cat is waiting to be fed.
You feed the cat. The cat is stout
And stouter now. You put him out.
The moon is silver in the sky.
You cut yourself a slice of pie.
The moon is silver like a sickle.
You add a dash of onion pickle.
You put a tray across your knees
And tune to the Antipodes
Where mighty men are playing cricket
And England have another wicket.
Ponting is taken in the deep.
What a night to waste on sleep!
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