| Show the morning by walt mason when shades of night are fall ng 1 always hit the hay but from it I 1 am era cra aling at earla earl dawn of day so help me alexander I 1 would not nii mis s the treat for there is nothing grander than morning cool and sweet the little b ads are 9 ng ng as they go scooting by the ns ris nj ng sun is fc atrin in strange tints across the sky the u winds are so aly si b h i s g the de v is on the grass and butter flies are flying above the garden sass hushed is the workday clamor of bisy mart and streit t the sound of sam sa v and hammer the tread of feet the voice of to via lot booster that stands in need of grease the crow ot of wakeful roaster rooster alone dis curbs the peace it is the portion of daa da th s hour of bliss ai at d sleep is an abortion at s ich a ti tun in as this to see the bright surat sun break ir tr g night a chains that had him bound to see the old world waking to try another round to see the shadows creeping away a routed flock oh who would mould lie a sleeping till 9 or 10 0 clock |
