A Child's Garden of Verses By: Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses    I Bed in Summer 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?      II   A Thought It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.      III    At the Sea-Side When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me ...