you wake up to the sharp scent of bush tea
before the sun has touched the eastern hill
the clock is independent of your will
and early hours and you do not agree
free education does not come so free
that you can wait till after morning chill
just hurry and don’t dare a drop to spill
that’s just the way that matters have to be
the voices carried on that early air
from distant places each with their strange word
you had to mark and now cannot forget
but all your duty and your hard won care
won’t turn back time or make the case absurd
since age owes youth a large and heavy debt
