speaking of wake-up-songs...

GBCK

growing up, when I stayed w/ my grandparents (say, every summer for 3 or 4 years as a teen :-), every morning, my gramps would sing me this

Except he always kinda confuzzled t w/ the one he learned growing up, the old scotch-irish-'how I hate to get up in the morning" song.

So his version went "Oh it's nice to get up in the morning

it's nicer to stay in bed

and watch all the other people

get up in the morning instead"

and then he'd flip on the hall light, knock on my door, and ask what I wanted for breakfast.

 I still hate mornings.  But it did make me smile.  usually.