Rock Around The Clock.

Here i sit on my old rocking chair.
Breathing in the cool fresh night air.
The sky above star full and dark.
My old sheep dog does gently bark.
Around Mother Nature does soundly sleep.
I see the sight of a sleep walking sheep.
In my old hand a glass of fruity tasting red wine.
Made from the fruit of my neighbours grapevine.
My wife indoors does quietly snore.
When i go inside i will have to walk softly on the old wood creaking floor.
The green leaf trees gently dance.
I say to myself this is the perfect setting for a new loving romance.
Here i sit on my old rocking chair.
And in this fucked up world i don’t have a care.