Lazy little Joe

The sun rose up slowly,
Slowly in the sky.
Tearing out the night-
It's going up so high.
The snow got ready to melt,
The leaves are fresh and green.
 Little Joe woke up from bed-
 As caught by a dragon,in nightmare.
"Oh! time has moved on fast,
It's morning, no more sleep."
He stared at the sun,
Like an enemy to be fought.
The twinkle twinkle stars,
Ran from little Joe.
Mamma's call just came-
To frighten little Joe.
"Oh! what now I can do?"
Little Joe now thought.
'Mamma will now tell-
The worst thing' he thought.
He was thinking right, Of course,
Mamma 'shouted', "Go and brush".
Little Joe cursed the sun-
Still and still for dawn.