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