Cuddle Time
Each morning, soon as I'm awake,
Each morning, soon as I'm awake,
Before my prayer is said,
Or 'fore I'm ever dressed at all,
I climb in Grandma's bed.
I put my arms about her neck,
She puts her arms 'round me;
And I just lie so comfy there,
While Grandma cuddles me.
She talks to me so soft and low,
About this "clean, new day";
And what I'd ought to put in it.
Of study, work and play.
It really is the queerest thing,
But true as true can be;
It's easy to be good all day,
'Cause Grandma cuddled me.
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