Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack (I'll Not Get Up in the Morning)

Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack, I’ll not get up in the morning,
Crickety Crack, Crickety Crack, I’ll not get up in the morning,
I didn't get a wink all night,
If I can sleep I'll feel just right,
My nerves are shot I’m on the brink,
My lace is broke, and my shoes stink,
My hair is tangled in a muss,
And, breakfast time is such a fuss,
If I get up, it must be said,
I’ll have to show’r, and fix my bed,
I hate to be in such a rush,
My teeth I’ll also have to brush,
I’ll say I’m sick and very warm,
The doctors over me will swarm,
They’ll take my temp, and feel my brow,
And, say, “Thank goodness, he’s fine now”,
But, that will surely take some time,
And, it won’t cost me one thin dime,
I cannot move the sheets are tight,
When I lie still I feel just right,
My clothes are dirty; what to wear,
I cannot go to school bare,
So there’s no choice I have to stay,
Inside my P.J.’s here all day,
If I don’t make a single peep,
I think my Mom will let me sleep,
I won’t get up this morning,
I won’t get up this morning,
I won’t get up this morn----ing!

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 20, 2012