Bed in Summer
~Robert Louis Stevenso
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?
Master March is visiting for a couple of days. He has finished his school work and is taking a little break. He told Papa and me a few months ago that he no longer wanted to sleep with us. We were
boring. Spending the night on the sofa with the cat would be much more exciting!
Now I have visions of him and Smash, the cat, racing through the house, leaping off the arms and backs of the sofa and chairs. So far, I haven't noticed any picture frames or lamps knocked down. No signs of mice, either.
Little BoysAuthor: Unknown
Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,
Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,
With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,
Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.
They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while
Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.
And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy
Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!