I get up in the morning, everything
is fine, have my breakfast, right on
time, read my paper and hate what
I see, whatever I read, gets to me!
There's no good news, at least, that's
what they're saying and I'm mighty tired,
of this kind of news, they're conveying!
Isn't there something, good and light to
read? It doesn't seem to be that way, so
desperately, I plead! I would like to start
the day, with something light and gay, to
give me, a chuckle or two, to put me, in a
better mood, instead of making me brood!
We need to have that laugh, instead of an
epitaph, for that's always, in the news! So
someone, get on board, you're bound to get,
your just reward, by giving us, brighter views!
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