  I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very old, Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very long Just keeping here, alone; I do not like the big wind’s song, He’s growling for a bone. He’s like an awful dog we had Who used to creep around And snatch at things—he was so bad, With just that horrid sound. I’m sitting up and nurse has made Me wear a woolly shawl; I wish I was not so afraid; It’s horrid to be small. It really feels quite like a day Since I have had my tea; P’raps everybody’s gone away And just forgotten me. And oh! I cannot go to sleep Although I am in bed. The wind keeps going creepy-creep And waiting to be fed. |
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