An Ode To a Big Yellow Ball

Here's an ode to a big yellow ball Not the one we bounce in the park The big yellow ball that wakes us up And chases away the dark Keeps us all warm and cosy inside As we happily welcome its rays At times it tries so hard to please We have to wear 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 quite difficult getting to sleep With covers pulled over our head Who was very first person to decide Nighttime was the time for sleep And daytime belongs to us happy folks As 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 chocolate 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 the proverbial lark! © Jack Ellison 2012