I THINK it's queer that boys should be Sent off to bed right after tea When it's so jolly out of doors And there are lots and lots of chores A boy could do——I don't see why They shouldn't be allowed to @3try.@1 The day's so full of things to do I never seem to get quite through; There are so many plays to play The daylight seems to slip away— Almost before I've quite begun My bedtime comes to spoil my fun! When I am big 'twill be all right For then I'll stay up most all night— But mother's big, and mother said, "I wish that I could go to bed! I feel so tired, little son, I'm always glad when day is done." (Wasn't that queer!) I said that she Could go to bed instead of me, But mother said, "That will not do— Sleep is the thing for boys like you, So you can grow up tall and strong And never find the day too long." "And will you take a long rest then, And never, never work again? When I'm a man will you be free To go to bed right after tea?" But mother only smiled and said "Yes, dear—some time—now run to bed!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND |