Sleeping here, on my mat
The sun streaming into my flat
It is hardly four yet already she works
Our never tiring mother, the sun
Mother dearest go away,
Please let me sleep just one hour more!
Over my head I pull the cover, day to delay
For never, not even in summer, shall I rise at four
Waking here, on my mat
The sun streaming across my flat
And coming to rest upon the wall
Where my sister painted flowers last fall
Mother dearest I am getting up,
Never fear, finally I have arisen for the day