Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
My Teddy Bear
by Marchette Chute
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight.
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?
A teddy bear is a faithful friend.
You can pick him up at either end.
His fur is the color of breakfast toast,
And he’s always there when you need him most.
