I wake and rush to see
What little treasures you have made
And set out just for me.
The tree that’s bursting with new blooms,
Ducks landing in the sea,
A little fox out for a stroll,
Birds singing merrily.
Each person on this little earth
Receives such gifts from you,
But those who stop to unwrap them
Are often all too few.
And that’s too bad for all of them
For there’s so much to see.
But I know I’m your favorite
And most of it’s for ME!!!!
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