“I’m Hibernating!”

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!”