The Graveyard Shift

You tell me that you couldn’t ever

Work my crazy hours

The unspoken implication is 

That I have special powers

But my body too

Does kick up and protest

My back’s killing me

And my gut is a mess

The scariest of births are those

That come between 3 and 5 am

Some staff may struggle to be alert

At times it feels like complete mayhem

And those that claim to like the nights

Are kind of being fake

‘Cause when it gets to 4am

They’re begging for a break

And every night we’re back again

For someone has to care

And in the darkest hours of night

Such secrets do we share 

We really have some crazy times 

And lots to laugh about

I’ve had more fun on some night shifts

Than on some evening’s out

All that happens at night

Seems somehow more intense

We need teamwork, and stamina

And some plain common sense

We are not Super heroes

But we must come back, right?

Because so many babies

Choose to be born at night

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