If I'd like to have my breakfast hot
Madame Carp will make me pay
And I have to fetch the eggs myself
And the barn's a mile away.
It's cold and wet
But still I get an omelette on my plate
But in my head I'm back in bed
Snuggled up and sleeping late.
Really?
Really. But it's all right.
I mean, I'm used to it.
And you?