Sleepyhead was dreaming of fancies forgot,
Tocking he tickled the twinkling clock,
Gongoozled the doodles which fade ‘kin the blooms,
Muddled and stubbled he ruffled his plumes,
Fumbled then bumbled his spectacle case,
Tumbled and jumbled his zest prickled face,
Somnolent straggler started to irk;
Sisyphus rolling the warped wheel of work.
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