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Indian, Sioux or Crow,?Little frosty Eskimo,?Little Turk or Japanee,?Oh! don't you wish that you were me?
XXIX
The Sun Travels

The sun is not a-bed, when I?At night upon my pillow lie;?Still round the earth his way he takes,?And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,?We round the sunny garden play,?Each little Indian sleepy-head?Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,?Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;?And all the children in the west?Are getting up and being dressed.
XXX
The Lamplighter

My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky.?It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;?For every night at teatime and before you take your seat,?With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.
Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,?And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be;?But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I'm to do,?O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you!
For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door,?And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more;?And oh! before you hurry by with ladder and with light;?O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night!
XXXI
My Bed is a Boat

My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;?She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.
At night I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;?I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.
And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;?Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.
All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,?Safe in my room beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.
XXXII
The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;?She shines on thieves on the garden wall,?On streets and fields and harbour quays,?And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,?The howling dog by the door of the house,?The bat that lies in bed at noon,?All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day?Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;?And flowers and children close their eyes?Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
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