Snoozers: (part of) a poem by Sandra Boynton
We like to snooze in the morning,
We like to snooze all day,
We like to snooze where ever we choose,
Snoozing our cares away.
Snoozing our cares away.
But when the world grows quiet,
And the evening moon is bright,
We put on our pajamas,
And all hug our mama,
And never fall asleep all night.
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-Stef