Morning Has Woken. Isn't it great to wake with a smile in the morning And find the world's not facing another Armageddon? That trusted policy hasn't flipped without warning, There's no mobs clogging the streets he's wittingly egged on? Isn't it a great comfort knowing there's a calm hand on the tiller, To not be Bermuda Triangle bound, led by a First Class egocentric, Back on a course charted by someone with a functioning Amygdala Not by some Captain Crazy, sailing in circles increasingly eccentric? Isn't it great to gratefully head happily to bed at night Knowing in ten minutes you'll be peacefully snoring? That yesterdays fading red dawn is turning blue and bright, The days will be quiet, safe, secure and delightfully boring? Isn't it great to not wake with the cold sweats Without night terrors brought on by ghastly Tweets? Not dry-heaving with gut-wrenching tummy upsets With no further need for Laudanum or rubber sheets?