Waking in the morn dawning on my shirt, I reflect upon the past.
As a tot, mom would inside out my tiny smock.
A littler later as a teen searching for a jersey, that was clean would drive me insane,
Iron and fold that, Navy taught me to be bold, stow those t`s neat and clean.
Wear a uniform to work my name embroidered right over my heart.
Button down to put on, walk around in a fancy town and catch a batting eye.
Cover up with a turtleneck, ski with those poles go and go.
V-neck settled under a cozy flannel, toasty will you be, on a bitter winter day.
Wrap up in a sark and snooze all through the moon light hue.