On getting out of bed one day
I found I couldn’t rise.
I counted at a steady pace -
It worked to my surprise.
Concocted as a rhythm
I numbered - ‘One, two three’.
Misheard by my misses.
Perceived as ‘One, two Fwee’.
And so began in earnest
The slogan we love best:
‘A one, two Fwee’ Production,
For rising from our rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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