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TIME TO GET UP
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THERE's nothing to do in the morning but stew, Till it's time to get up and dress;Till my nurse comes in to button and pin, And dress me more or less:Then it's time to get up, get up, you see, And I am as happy as happy can be. II
For there is my drum a-calling me "Come!" My clown a-shouting "Hooray!"My dishes and table and little toy-stableJust clattering "Come and play!"And my little wood-soldiers, with foot to foot,Seem ready to fire a toy-salute. III
And my spade and rake just seem to ache For me to handle and use; And the pile of sand it seems to expand With joy when it feels my shoes. But the gladdest of all, the maddest of all, That leaps to my hand, is my little red ball.