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?