Growing up back in the day I’d be sleeping in like any teenager does, who after all wants to leave the warmth of a blanket and the sweet promises dreams held? I’d get a few warnings from mother and if Dad hadn’t left for work yet and copped an earful from mother and was forced to come and boot me out of bed he’d bang on the door and threaten to get the hose, often coupled with his near sing along phrase...
“Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!’
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