At The Break of Day
When the sun is up, and stars are gone
I hear my mother say,
"It’s six o’clock, get out of bed
Or you’ll be late today!"
I just can’t seem to get awake
Enough to understand
And soon my eyes are coaxing me
"Oh, go to sleep again."
So I just snuggle down once more
For just a wee cat-nap,
But it’s only half a second
Until I hear a rap.
Then I say "Yes’m, I am up,"
In a sleepy sort of way.
But how I hate to leave my bed
Just at the break of day.
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by Winnie Apple Newton
Written circa. 1943