Thought of the Week

“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 to see, The birds still hopping on the tree, or hear the grown up peoples feet, still going past me on the street.

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