Matthew R. Callies

Burt in the Morning

Burt hums a tune before the dawn,
His slippers tap across the floor.
The kettle sings, the day moves on,
Burt hums a tune before the dawn.
The cat yawns wide, the toast is gone,
He chuckles softly, never a bore.
Burt hums a tune before the dawn,
His slippers tap across the floor.