In Protest of Three O'clock

Three o’clock is a terrible time.
Be it three in the morning,
or three in the afternoon.

All the terrible worries and dark oogly-booglies
come out to play in the depths of the night.
Or it’s hours before quitting time.

Nine o’clock seems to be
an agreeable, even amiable matter.
Time enough for friends and a brew,
or going to work at a civilized hour.