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A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES
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?
II
A THOUGHT
IT is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.
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