I'm just chasing the last cornflake around my bowl.
I'm determined to spoon it it out of the milk, I won't let it beat me.
I know I could just tip the bowl, milk and last cornflake down my gob, but that would take all the fun out of it.
There, I got the blighter, now I'll swig the milk.
I'm off to dreamland to escape all the doom and gloom that's happening all around the World.
If I'm lucky, my dream tonight will be have me dancing with the gorgeous Rita Hayworth, then the troubled World won't exist, well not until the morning.
Do sleep well you fine people, and if you can, have a pleasant dream or two, three if you are greedy.