THE \"WEE\" HOURS
It\'s always shortly after three when you need to rise and pee
When you should be fast asleep in a dream serene and deep
There is surely nothing sadder than an overactive bladder
It wakes you with a start and now with heavy heart
Which is sure to leave you blue as you journey to the loo
And though you\'re half asleep you must be careful where you leak
And the tread back to your bed is marred by rising dread
As you comprehend the words that proceed the waking of the birds
These are the \"Wee Hours\"of the morning.