That Big Old Yellow Ball

Here's an ode to a big yellow ball
Not the one we bounce at the park
The big yellow ball that wakes us up
And chases away the dark

Keeps us all warm and cozy 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 the very first person to decide
Nighttime was the time for sleep
And daytime belongs to us happy folks
In 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 banana cream pie

This here's an ode to a big yellow ball
Not the one we bounce in the park
The one that makes us yell hallelujah
And sing like an overweight lark!