Lie-Abed Johnny scowls at the sun
For he sleeps through the day and the night.
The thought that at 7 he might have to get up
Fills Lie-Abed Johhny with fright.
His Mum brings his breakfast and a nice cup of tea.
His Dad brings him lunch middle-day:
But, when asked if he might like to get up at all,
He says that in bed he will stay.
They called in the doctor but here's what he said:
"For certain there's only one cure:
A day of hard work is what I recommend.
That remedy's best, I am sure."
But Lie-Abed Johnny just shut up his eyes:
"I don't want to hear that he said!"
And Mummy and Daddy - quite sorry for him -
Tucked their lazy young son into bed.
Lie-Abed Johnny might open his eyes,
But then he drifts back to his sleep
And, quite unlike me, who just cannot nod off,
I'm sure Johnny never counts sheep.
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