Here's a poem about my daughter.
The Wakeruppera.
Long before first rays of sun or chirp of budgerigar,
Something stirs in the darkness, it's the Wakeruppera!
She doesn't care, the preciousness of daddy's snoring repertoire,
She only knows that she is bored and she's the Wakeruppera!
And now her belly grumbles even though she'd had late supper.
'Where is my breakfast, don't you know I am the Wakeruppera?!
Bedless, she slides across the floor as silent as a cobra,
Then she strikes, 'Wake up, wake up, I am the Wakeruppera!
The Wakeruppera.
Long before first rays of sun or chirp of budgerigar,
Something stirs in the darkness, it's the Wakeruppera!
She doesn't care, the preciousness of daddy's snoring repertoire,
She only knows that she is bored and she's the Wakeruppera!
And now her belly grumbles even though she'd had late supper.
'Where is my breakfast, don't you know I am the Wakeruppera?!
Bedless, she slides across the floor as silent as a cobra,
Then she strikes, 'Wake up, wake up, I am the Wakeruppera!
