Whenever I am playing, and I want to rest a bit, I can't lie down a minute, or even stop to sit, But I hear a Grown-up say, "You're tired out at play! Come! Lay aside your little toys,—they'll do another day." And so I have decided that I really can't afford To have 'em find me resting of my very own accord, 'Cause some one comes along Who says "You are not strong,— You had n't oughta play so hard, it certainly is wrong." That's why I keep a-skipping and a-running in and out Until I'm really certain that no Grown-ups are about; And then I slip away Just a minute from my play, And rest as hard as possible to last me through the day. |