My feet are warm in fluffy bed socks.
Slippered feet whisper across the floor
There’s a soft click as mum opens the door.
I roll myself over and wake in a wink
As teddy gives me a one eyed blink
I know that the best is yet to come –
The smell of toast and a rumble in my ‘tum.’
Steaming bowls of porridge will be ready to eat
Oh! I do hope I won’t have to find Grannies’ teeth!