In summer it’s not fair at all

That I should hear my mother call

    To say: 'It’s time to go to bed,'

    When I would rather play instead.


In summer I’m not tired at all,

And yet I hear her irksome call -

    And who would wish to go to bed

    When they could play outside instead?


In winter I don’t mind at all

And Mother never needs to call.

    For I look forward to my bed -

     All playing done, I’ll sleep instead.



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