When I was a little girl it was a real treat to get to spend the night at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. My sister and I usually shared a double bed in the “spare bedroom”, and often we giggled a little too loudly and a bit too long…when we should have been going to sleep. This resulted in Grandpa coming in to tell us to go to sleep, but I know he was grinning. I just know it.
Morning would come and I would not want to get up. Just let me stay under these warm covers, listening to Grandma cooking breakfast, smelling the bacon cooking, the coffee brewing, and let me just close my eyes for a few more minutes.
Eventually Grandpa would come sit on the side of the bed, while I remained “asleep” (faking it, big time). He would say this little poem…
Little birdie with the yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye, and said,
“Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy head?”
This was often accompanied by some gentle tickling, lots more giggles, and Grandpa grinning and softly laughing as I continued to try to play like I was asleep (a.k.a. “playing possum”). Grandpa always won this game, and I would have to get up and go to breakfast.
Years later I used this same little poem on my own kids…often with the same effect.
Those who know me well know that I am really not much of a morning person. Somehow the look in the eye of this robin seems to be taunting me, even standing on the bird bath with kind of an attitude. That little birdie with the yellow bill is still trying to wake me up.
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