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.![](../../recording04/F1/sound)
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. ![](../../recording04/F1/sound)
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?![](../../recording04/F1/sound)
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