Peter Rabbit

I do not wake for the eggs,

Nor for coffee, for it is usually the dregs.

Rather, I wake up for something much smaller,

A little creature that I love to go see for he makes me smile and flush with glee,

His name is Peter the Rabbit, and he loves celery.

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