A Day In Bed

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.