He is always awake before dawn
At four of five in the morn
For what is there to gain in long sleep
Except into pain and poverty leap?
And before all, he gives forth a worthy praise
To his Creator and Giver of days
For not to worship he knows not why
Whether times are low or tides are high.
And with the prospect of rising rays
He begins to plan where to walk his ways
How to work his job a darling deal
And make his day a perfect seal.
And there he is, in the forest and field
To walk, to work and to wield
To play his ploy a trap to form
So he may catch the wonderful worm.
And there he is, serious and set
Hoping to win his bounteous bet
Though he may not go with a greatest grain
He is always there tomorrow to try again.
He calls his helper who sometimes helps
Carry meal for children for they don’t serve selves
They eat and thank God, and then rejoice
And share in love and warmth of their days.
And back home he gets always before dusk
For what is there to see in darkness, if he may ask?
That is that, of the early morning bird
He finds food for wife and child, and gives them good guard.