Don't strive so hard, rest..like old Rover
Obey your yawn, go back to sleep,
Stop toss'n, turn-ing..
Don't blame the mind if it can't find that 4-leaf clover
There's no need for all this midnight
Oil you're burning..

Leave inspire on your pillow
Let your worn and tired body just recline
Push the whispers of creation
Out the window..by that willow
Tomorrow, start your harvest, one more time
For the good rhymes..

Don't rush a song, you'll write another,
A mind that's clear can just unwind..to do what need be
You'll grasp the words and phrases that
You thought you'd never..
There'll be rhyme enough to please you,
In the morning..

Drop inspire on your pillow
Teach your worn and tired body to recline
Shove those whispers of creation
Out the window..by that willow
Tomorrow, you can harvest, one more time
All the good rhymes..

For the good rhymes..