“Get up! Get up! Get out of bed,
You lazy bum, you sleepy head, ”
Yes, that is what my mother said
At eight – oh – five today.
She left the house and drove to work.
She’ll soon be feeling like a jerk,
When she finds out (I have to smirk) ,
Today is Saturday!
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