With due credit to Robert Browning's Pippa Passes...
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
My classes start at ten -
All's right with the world!
And that's how it's been since I woke up 7:30 this morning! Ridiculous, n'est pas?
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