Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him
He lags the long bright morning through
Ever so tired of nothing to do;
He moons and mopes the livelong day
Nothing to think about, nothing to say;
Up to bed with his candle to creep
Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him
Tired Tim was written by Herbert Howells & Walter de la Mare.