Arise each morning, early,
Stroll briskly through the park,
Inhale the morning’s heady breeze,
And harken to the lark!

The poet tells it truly,
And this advice is sage,
We see it writ so oft in verse,
On ev’ry rhyming page!

But on these frigid mornings,
When skies are grey and dark,
I much prefer to stay in bed;
There is no lark to hark!.

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