There he is, the night watchman,
Has been doing the job for years,
To be frank, he is not that competent,
As the sun goes to sleep, he can't keep his eyes open.
Yes he is not an owl,
Yet he should try to be one,
All he loves to do is dreaming,
With eyes closed and open in conditions pleasant and foul.
If truth be told, it's a big question,
Night watches him or it's watched by the night watchman!
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