When the lake's up early in the morning—
Lifts my bed, I've been pouring.
Gives new meaning to the term "wet dream."
I've outlet a steady stream.

Seas awake me,
Feeling shaky.
Now it's mostly dammed—
I'm only seeping.

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy,
But my bladder's out of phase-pee,
Running at times when I'm fast asleep,
Then I wake in the deep.

Pees don't roil my day,
I'm toilet-trained
For diurnal—
Not when I'm sleeping.

Leaking at night, at log-sawing time, there's a big flow:
Eight or more pints.

Lying there with a hydraulic feeling.
Waiting for penile annealing.

Pees don't roil my day,
I'm toilet-trained
For urinals—
Not when I'm sleeping.

Leaking at night, a whirlpool's swirling 'round my shinbone,
Lakin' my spine.

When I wake up ur-ly in the morning—
Enuresis, I've been pouring.
I do more than piddle when I dream,
Wade in bed, float upstream.

Pees don't wake me
Till it's lakey—
Levees in my plan.
I'm only seeping.