-Don't wake me, I am in Heaven...
Your flute is crying high.
Just let me sleep till seven,
Until He shoots his eye.
-Don't scare me with your talking.
Get back and be my bee.
-Oh, why your flute is boring!
Why can't you let me be?
-My bed still smells like you...
Is that enough a reason?
-Yes, Morning Stranger, who are you?
...My sleeping feels like treason...