I got up this morning
Stripped the sheets off the bed
I’ll not use the dryer
But hang them up instead
The sun is shinin’
And the air’s just right
For my sheets to dry
They’ll be crisp and bright
And while I’m at it
I’ll clean out the hamper
Hang those out too
My clothes will feel pampered
Then I’ll take them all off
Of my stout clothesline
How I love this gismo
When the warm sun shines!
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