“I’m Hibernating!”

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    Sometimes when it is winter
    And it’s time for me to rise,
    And it’s cold and dark outside
    And sleep won’t leave my eyes,
    My mother comes to call me
    And says my breakfast’s waiting.
    I pull the covers to my nose
    And say, “I’m hibernating!”
    And when we have a cozy fire,
    I get a book to read
    And snuggle up in Grandma’s quilt—
    That’s everything I need.
    Then Mother pats me on the head
    And says my chores are waiting.
    I peek above the page, entranced,
    And say, “I’m hibernating!”
    Sometimes I think it must be nice
    To be a bat or bear
    And find a nice, warm, cozy cave
    And spend the winter there.
    Bear mothers never interrupt
    Their naps to go outdoors,
    Or stop their winter dreams to say,
    “It’s time to do your chores!”
    Yes, there are times when winter’s here,
    And warm spring weather’s waiting,
    I wish my mom would say to me,
    “It’s time for hibernating!”

    [illustration] Illustrated by Shauna Mooney