Tis the night before Saturdayand all through the house
not a kidlet is stirring, not even mouse
The children are snuggled up warm in their beds
While visions of soccer goals dance in their heads
There's a Game to be won and Dancing to follow
In warm cosy beds we can never wallow
The frosty cold morning might nip at our noses
We'll wrap up all warm and put boots on our toeses
Umbrellas and mittens and scarves for each one
Autumn is over, and winter's begun.
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