The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. > Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson > Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests...
Bed in Summer
> by Robert Louis Stevenson > 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...