Lifted from Bed

 

Sleepy and rosy, Heather is here,

Fresh from her cot; she’s so precious and dear!

Little eyes blinking, nodding her head,

Not understanding she’s lifted from bed.

Wrinkling her little brow,

Gravely she makes her bow

Smiling

Beguiling

Everyone’s heart away;

Crowing

And throwing

Clothes in a disarray.

Sleepy and rosy, Heather is all,

Gripping our hearts with her fingers so small!

 

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