When birds start chirping before you've gone to bed
You know the coming day is one to dread.
Coming home at day's first light
Makes you look a sorry sight.
With all the things you have to do
It's impossible to get sleep too.
So to the magic of coffee you turn
To take relief, you down an urn.
Then after it starts kicking in
You face the day with a partial grin.
Easing the headache that's in your mind
Lets you think and repeat the grind.
Hours later you feel less doomed
After more coffee that you've consumed.