A FROSTY MORNING
Slug-a-bed, slug-a-bed, open your eyes; The sun’s peeping over the rim of the skies; He’s stealing a march on you, hoping to see The things in the garden before you and me. THfe hoar frost may sparkle, the snow may lie fair, Or the spring may be dancing in sweet, sunny air; One never knows what one may see till one tries— So slug-a-bed, slug-a-bed, open your eyes.
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Timaru Herald, Volume CL, Issue 22043, 16 August 1941, Page 9
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71A FROSTY MORNING Timaru Herald, Volume CL, Issue 22043, 16 August 1941, Page 9
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