My mother thinks that little chaps Who play a lot need daytime naps; Though I've explained, with all my might, That I can't sleep except at night. But sometimes, when I've played a lot, I'd jus' as liv go in as not; It gives her quite a nice surprise When I lie down and shut my eyes. I couldn't get to sleep, I know; But for a little while or so I get to seeing on the wall Queer pictures that aren't there at all. One time a camel stuck his head Right close up to me on the bed, And animals I'd seen that day Up at the Zoo, they came to play. And once I thought of curious things That I could do if I had wings. But all the nicest parts of it I can't remember now a bit! I think so hard of things I'd do, I feel all stretchy when I'm through, And then I look and find it's been More'n a nour since I came in. It's nice to lie and think, perhaps; But just the same I can't take naps! (And mother says she sees it's true, But thanks me just for tryin' to.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ARCHITECT (1) by KAREN SWENSON A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |