You wake, this sunny morning,
     And you’re feeling rather tired.
The sun is shining brightly
     But you don’t yet feel inspired.

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A niggling thought then springs to mind:
     'I’ve something on today.'
Are you going somewhere special
     Or just out with friends to play?

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Do you think your mother’s waiting?
     Are you going into town?
The thought of leaving your warm bed
     Then causes you to frown.

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The last few weeks have been so good
     And all were filled with fun.
So what awaits you in the world
     Behind that shining sun?

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'It’s eight o’clock,' your mother shouts.
     'You’ll not be there on time!'
Are you going somewhere special
     Where you’ll need to be by nine?

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Then you suddenly remember –
     No, not France, Belgium or Spain.
You’re going back to school today
     And will see your friends again.

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You shoot off to the bathroom,
     Wash your face and brush your hair.
You grab your clothes, dress quickly
     But with little thought or care.

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Now breakfast’s gone, put shoes on feet
     And grab your coat and bag;
You’re waiting at the starting line.
     Down goes that starting flag!

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Your feet stride out, you puff and pant;
     Your body’s full of fuel.
You join the other boys and girls
     Who’re rushing off to school.

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There’ll be many things to talk about
      And much you want to say,
And you’ll soon forget how tired you felt
      Much earlier in the day.

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