^{by Annette Gagliardi}

Have you ever laid in a sunbeam?
Before you know it, you start to dream;
a dream by the stream of a sunbeam.
When the cozies come ‘round ya,
and the comfies abound ya,
then you know that Mr. Sun has gotcha?

Have you ever sat ‘neath a window where it’s nice and warm,
to watch the dust particles dance up a storm?
They dance and prance to put you in a trance.
soon the cozies sneak ‘round ya,
and the comfies surround ya,
then you know Mr. Sun just gotcha !

Have you ever parked near a brook
with a really good book?
When before you get a look at your book, by the brook,
the cozies come seize ya,
and the comfies they squeeze ya,
then you know Mr. Sun has gotcha!

Have you ever sat on your porch swing
to watch the birds take wing,
when the swing in their wings begins to ring.
Then you know the cozies have found ya,
and the comfies they mound ya,
while you know Mr. Sun just gotcha !