Getting out of bed on a frosty morning.

Lying in bed my feet are cold,

They are poking out at the bottom of my bed,

The coat over my blankets is far too short,

So I can have either cold feet or a cold head.

It’s so cold ,today, there’s frost inside,

I can see the steam as I breathe out,

So here I will lie here and count to ten,

Then I’ll start moving about.

I will run to the kitchen the oven will be on,

I can sit in the kitchen on the floor

So it should be nice and warm by now,

If I lean on the oven door.

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