I’m waiting for Christmas, for Easter, for more:

My birthday, my holidays! Oh, waiting’s a bore.

      The time goes so slowly - it never goes fast -

       But the waiting soon ends: ' Oh goodness, at last!'

 

My doggie is waiting.  He hopes that we know.

It’s time for his walkies: ‘Come on now, let’s go!’

    Now it’s my turn to wait for the sun to arrive;

    Then come with me please for a really nice drive -

 

To a beautiful place where we’ll go for a walk,

And then we’ll have time to stop and we’ll talk.

      Oh, waiting’s a bore for both you and for me - - -

      But patience is important, I think you’ll agree.

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