I tell myself each morning:
“I’m up! Hooray, hooray!
Today is simply great,
I’m so glad to see you all!”
I’ll shake off my drowsiness,
Hurry to my exercises,
Then wash up with care,
And sweet tea for all my effort.
But first, a spoonful of porridge.
I ate it all, even the crumbs,
Leaving nothing on the plate,
Not even the skin on the milk!
I’ll pack my schoolbag myself
And check the door, too:
Did I lock it just now?
Did I forget anything?
Why is Mom right here,
Looking at me with a cheerful gaze,
Smiling, still staring at me?
Even Whiskers, the rascal cat,
Is looking at me strangely.
What’s going on here, family?
“Today is a day off!
Sweetheart, my dear, with you
The morning played a joke like that.
You got up so early,
And you did everything just right!
Dad agrees too.
Only the school is locked up!” —
That is what Mom told me.
I smiled at that,
And stretched out sweetly, sweetly.
I lay down on the bed
To sleep a little longer.
After all, today is a day off,
My favorite day of all!
