The Knocker Upper

by Robert (Bob) Moore © Tap Tap on the window on a cold and frosty morn I try hard to ignore it, it’s still not even dawn I wish the noise would go away, then I’d go back to sleep and I could stay here in the warmth, and sweet dreams I could keep But ‘till I stick my head outside, I know that he won’t stop that’s his job, to wake me up, or a mouthful he will cop I stagger to the window, to wave so he will know I’m awake, and out of bed and off to work I’ll go He is the Knocker Upper. and on him we depend To wake us in the mornings, when sleep is our best friend he walks the streets while we all sleep, with his long wooden pole to tap tap on the windows, in the darkness and the cold There’s one thing I’ve always wondered, and I’d really like to know who wakes the Knocker Upper up, so off to work he’ll go ‘cause if the Knocker Upper, doesn’t make his rounds then no one will go and do their job, and the whole world will fall down