Good Morning, sky;
Good Morning, sun;
Good Morning, little winds that run!
Good Morning, birds;
Good Morning, trees;
And creeping grass, and brownie bees!
How did you find out it was day?
Who told you night had gone away?
I'm wide awake;
I'm up now, too.
I’ll be right out to play with you!
Fannie Buchanan
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