| Little boy, you seem to wake up earlier every morning
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| Come running from your bed to meet the day
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| With a pair of sleepy eyes that could have slept a little longer
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| And a thousand, urgent things you have to say
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| And the morning passes quickly in the Spring time
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| And the Spring, time brings such fascinating games
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| Puppy dogs and chocolate frogs and fishing lines
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| And pretending that you didn’t hear your mummy call your name
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| Shaney boy, your lunch is going cold here on the table
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| You have to eat these things to make you grow
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| And I know you’re only scared that you’ll be missing out on something
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| But even busy people have to eat, you know
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| And the afternoon goes quickly when there’s good times
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| And there’s good times in the garden every day
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| Little friendly butterflies that flutter by
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| And a little friend to help you chase those butterflies away
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| Shaney boy those eyes of yours are looking kinda drowsy
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| And I know you never want the day to end
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| But just think, if you close your eyes and lie back on the pillow |
| It won’t be long before the morning’s here again
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| And the morning passes quickly in our life time
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| And before you even notice, it’s gone
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| So, little boy, I’m noticin' the nice times, now
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| 'Cos I know that little boys don’t stay little boys for long
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| Little boy, you seem to wake up earlier every morning
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| Come running from your bed to meet the day
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| With a pair of sleepy eyes that could have slept a little longer
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| And a thousand, urgent things you have to say |