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Whilst you and I were sleeping

    And before the break of day,

A cunning thief stole upon us

   And snatched the sun away.


He left instead wet mist and fog

   That clung to hedge and tree;

A cloud, a shroud of clinging haze

    To hide the things we see.


Its wave of mist engulfed us all

     In dripping wreathes of gloom.

The only place it couldn’t creep

     Was in the living room.    


But, as the thief observed our grief,

     He must have felt some shame,

So he brought the sunshine back again,

      For HE didn't want the blame.



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* Chosen by teachers and children and published in 2010.

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