Early morning I awake,
Light through my window doth break,
Silver with reflections of snow.
I hope to school we do not go.
Turn the dial on the radio to hear
If this is the first snow day of the year.
Alas! I'm a moment too late-
I've missed hearing of my school's fate.
But then my mother comes in to say,
'Go back to sleep. No school today.'
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