The sun arose and said: 'I think
I’ll touch the clouds and turn them pink.'
     The clouds’ reflections in the lake
     Called to the ducks: 'You must awake.'

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Ducks then quacked and stretched their wings
And - - shhh!  Listen!  Now a blackbird sings.
     The blackbird sits high in the tree
     And now his song has come to me.

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I yawn and stretch, open my eyes
And goodness!  What a big surprise!
     The night has gone, the sun is bright;
     The moon and stars are out of sight.

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The sun has woken you and me
And it's quite obvious, you see,      
     That these things happened one by one
      Because the sun was having fun.

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