Author John Chipman Farrar The sun has a face that is laughing and red When nurse pulls me out in the morning from bed; But he's not half so sly as the silly old moon, Who winks when I'm sent to my bedroom too soon. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments