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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