A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
‘Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy head?
― Robert Louis Stevenson
On the mornings when Mom woke me, instead of Dad, she would often come in reciting this poem, but would change the last line to her liking. It might be,
Good morning!
Or maybe
Time to get ready for school!
Or on a lucky day
Get up we’re going to the fair!
Peace . . .
Beats the Alternative 
love birds ❤