Really hard to get out of bed
Lovely dreams within my head
But up into the cold of dawn
With a wide and gaping yawn

My feet are freezing and my hands too
My hands and feet are now quite blue
Never mind next year its spring
If I think of that my heart will sing

But just for now I should hibernate
But then with work I will now be late
So wrap up warm with gloves and scarves
With the children have some laughs