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Lie-abed Johnny scowls at the sun
     For he sleeps through the day and the night.
The thought that at 7 he might have to get up
      Fills Lie-abed Johnny with fright.

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His Mum brings his breakfast and a nice cup of tea.
    His Dad brings him lunch middle-day:
But, when asked if he might like to get up at all,
     He says that in bed he will stay.

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They called in the doctor, but here's what he said:
     'For certain there's only one cure:
A day of hard work is what I recommend.
     That remedy's best, I am sure.'

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But Lie-abed Johnny just shut up his eyes:
      'I don't want to hear that,' he said,
And Mummy and Daddy, quite sorry for him,
      Tucked their lazy young son into bed.

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Lie-abed Johnny might open his eyes,
     But then he drifts back to his sleep
And, quite unlike me, who just cannot nod off,
       I'm sure Johnny never counts sheep.

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