“I’m Hibernating!” Friend, Jan. 1985, inside front cover
“I’m Hibernating!”
Sometimes when it is winter
And it’s time for me to rise,
And it’s cold and dark outside
And sleep won’t leave my eyes,
My mother comes to call me
And says my breakfast’s waiting.
I pull the covers to my nose
And say, “I’m hibernating!”
And when we have a cozy fire,
I get a book to read
And snuggle up in Grandma’s quilt—
That’s everything I need.
Then Mother pats me on the head
And says my chores are waiting.
I peek above the page, entranced,
And say, “I’m hibernating!”
Sometimes I think it must be nice
To be a bat or bear
And find a nice, warm, cozy cave
And spend the winter there.
Bear mothers never interrupt
Their naps to go outdoors,
Or stop their winter dreams to say,
“It’s time to do your chores!”
Yes, there are times when winter’s here,
And warm spring weather’s waiting,
I wish my mom would say to me,
“It’s time for hibernating!”
Illustrated by Shauna Mooney