I BED IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night 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 street.

And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?

Bed in Summer A Child's Garden of Versesby Robert Louis StevensonII. A Thought At the Sea-Side II A THOUGHT IT is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink,