Woke up in the morning,

Feeling tired and depressed.

Put my clothes on backwards,

Looking anxious and stressed.

Another gloomy day,

Not looking forward to my job.

My wife says good morning,

And tells me that I look like a slob.

"Wake up," she tells me firmly.

"You've got to take the kids to school."

I just nod to my wife,

Not feeling very cool.

In our pleasant, little home,

The wife wears the pants.

I'd better follow the rules.

There is no second chance.