（1）

　　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.

　　（2）

　　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.

　　（3）

　　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？