It’s a beautiful morning,
Full of doubts and whatnot.
The croissants are lying cold and the bread and butter needs to be done justice with.
It’s truly a beautiful morning,
With all things to be good,
Not in a sense of simply speaking,
For the cowardly are about to be punished and the brave are to be honoured.
The mighty to be asked to restrain their might
And the liars to be given very highly true and correct dose of punishment.
Isn’t it a beautiful morning?