A Day in Bed

I wish I had not got a cold,

The wind is big and wild,

I wish that I was very old,

Not just a little child.

Somehow the day is very long

Just keeping here, alone;

I do not like the big wind's song,

He's growling for a bone

He's like an awful dog we had

Who used to creep around

And snatch at things—he was so bad,

With just that horrid sound.

I'm sitting up and nurse has made

Me wear a woolly shawl;

I wish I was not so afraid;

It's horrid to be small.

It really feels quite like a day

Since I have had my tea;

P'raps everybody's gone away

And just forgotten me.

And oh!  I cannot go to sleep

Although I am in bed.

The wind keeps going creepy-creep

And waiting to be fed.