R-ise of the morning sun
I-s beginning to come out;
Z-enith awaits the noontime,
A-nd nothing to worry about.
L-ight on seventeenth December
I-s shining in the blue sky;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-s the beacon glows up high.
F-riday night has passed,
A-s the shadows disappear;
I-t's a beautiful Saturday,
L-et it bring fun and cheer.
O-pen your heart to thrill, as the cold chill fades away;
G-et up from the bed, and enjoy another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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