Blessed be the sound that puts a start to my day,

A screeching cry that sweeps my peace away,

So lovely, this torture, so sweet and clear —

To rip me from my dreams and take my here,

Thank you, clock, for never letting rest,

Your punctuality is what I love best,

Who really needs sleep? Not me, with your cruel chime,

For every morning, you steal all of my dream time.