In winter i get up at nigth
And dress by yellow- candle light
In summer, quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the streert
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And i should like do much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

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