Go back to bed, ye wake too soon,
Or stay awake and bide the moon,
I do not care of what you do,
This Monday's off, it has the flu.
Forget the busses and the trains,
The incompetent moron pains,
Do what you wish to ease your day,
This Monday's off, we'll have our way.
Free bacon (veggie, just for Nic),
World piece for all, war makes us sick,
Free puppies, cats and pens galore,
And dragons, come to aid our awe.
Awaken! Now, we can pull through,
If we do what we love to do,
Just rhyme away, await the time,
When Opuss can return to thine.
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