A cold and frosty morning

Here we go round the morning bush
The morning bush
The morning bush

Here we go round the morning bush
On a cold and frosty morning

This is the way we won't get out of bed
And won't get dressed
And won't brush our teeth

This is the way we argue during breakfast
And make annoying noises
And kick our brothers under the table

This is the way we won't listen
And won't put on our coats
And won't put on our shoes or find our gloves

This is the way we laugh at our mother as she scrapes ice off the windows with a broken CoOp card

This is the way we get ready for school on a cold and frosty morning.