I say to myself at dawn:
«I'm up! Hooray, hooray!
Today's a splendid day, what a treat,
I'm so happy to see you all!».
I'll shake off my drowsiness
And hurry to my exercises,
Then a wash, and then a cup
Of sweet tea to get me up.
But first, a spoonful of porridge.
I ate it all, not a crumb was spared,
Not a single bit left on the plate,
Not even the skin on the milk, I ate!
I'll pack my satchel on my own
And check the door before I go:
Did I lock it up just now?
Have I forgotten anything, somehow?
Why is Mum standing beside me?
Watching with a cheery, knowing gaze,
Smiling as she looks on, all the while?
Even Tibbs, the rascal cat,
Is staring at me, where he's sat.
What's going on here, family?
«Today is your day off!
Sweetheart, dear, come here to me,
The morning played a little trick on you.
You got up so very early, dear,
And you did everything just right!
Dad agrees with all his might.
School is closed for the day!» ― So Mum said to me.
I smiled at this and gave a grin,
And stretched out, nice and slow.
Then back to bed I lay,
For a little longer snooze, hooray!
Today's my day off, you see,
My favourite day, the best of all!
