First Grade
Good morning my angel, my turtle, my doveThe night time is over, look way up above
The moonlight is fading, the sun it is waiting
The day it is dawning around you my love
It's time for the oatmeal, the raisins and toast
You are my sweetheart, I love you the most
The sun it is skating, the school bus is waiting,
And all that I want is to hug you so close
Your friends they are ready to save you a seat
The back of the bus is the place you will meet
The road is so bumpy,your oatmeal was lumpy
Now all you can hear are the sounds of the street
You sit in the front row, your desk in a line
Your teacher is crabby, not patient or kind
It must be the weather, the clouds like a feather
The window is ever still calling your mind
When will this day be over, so I can go home
My Mom will bake cookies, I won't be alone
My homework is easy, the wind is so breezy
And now I can talk with my friends on the phone
My mother is waiting for me at the stop
She asks me if I'd like to hippity-hop
My house looks so cozy, a bunch of red posie
Are waiting for me as I jump up and flop
Right into my most very favorite chair
I'm hugging my kitty, so tiny, so fair
The cookies are baking, my heart it is aching
My Mom holds me closer with usual flair
I missed you my darling, and how was your day
I'm so glad you're at home, for now we can play
With puppies and kittens, I'm knitting you mittens
The winter is closer I wish you would stay
With me for I love you, you know how I care
Those terrible children that try as they dare
To make you feel lesser, with such unkind pressure
And you are my sweetness, so handle with care
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