An Ode To That Big Yellow Ball

Here's an ode to that big yellow ball

Not the one we bounce in the park

The big yellow ball that wakes us up

And chases away the dark

Keeps us all warm and cosy inside

As we happily welcome its rays

At times it tries so hard to please

We wind up wearing shades all day

I'm really not complaining you see

Look stunning in my stylish new shades

At times mistaken for Angelina Jolie

Er... Brad Pitt is what I meant to say

Imagine if that big old Mr. Sol

Got up at midnight instead

Would be difficult getting to sleep

With covers pulled over our head

Who was very first person to decide

Nighttime was the time for sleep

And daytime belongs to us happy folks

As mornings from the covers we peek

Opening up our sweet baby blues

We spy old Mr. Sol in the sky

Happily start singing Zippety-Do-Dah

The world's a chocolate cream pie

This here's an ode to that big yellow ball

Not the one we bounce in the park

The one that makes us yell hallelujah

And sing like the proverbial lark!