Ten o’clock in the morning;
I’ve had a great start.
My poet has written me
Straight from his heart.

I’ve mopped the floor
And cleaned the kitchen,
Now to the book with which
I am smitten!

Oh, there’s the phone.
Oh, who could it be?
Oh, leave me alone
With his poetry!

Oh, there’s the door;
Bingo, stop barking!
Can’t get anywhere
Stopping and starting.

Oh, Shogun, Shogun,
Knock everyone over!
I want to be reading
This book of my lover!