What a glorious day,

To have everything

Line up in perfect order,

Every shoe tied and eyes wide

I cannot tell a lie,

Face done at the

Crack of dawn,

How I carry on,

Clothes Clean and

Matching down to the socks,

As I coast along

The rocky road,

Every T crossed and

Every I dotted on to

To the next chors,

As I beam from war to ear

I am adorned here.

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