The sun arose and said: “I think
I’ll touch the clouds and turn them pink."
The clouds’ reflections in the lake
Called to the ducks: “You must awake."
Ducks then quacked and stretched their wings
And listen! Now a blackbird sings.
The blackbird sits high in the tree
And now his song has come to me.
I yawn and stretch, open my eyes
And goodness! What a big surprise!
The night has gone, the sun is bright;
The moon and stars are out of sight.
The sun has woken you and me
And it's quite obvious you see
That these things happened one by one
Because the sun was having fun.
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