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Turkey_Lurkey [S] 1 point ago +1 / -0

I keep having to explain to my five year old why he has to go to bed when it's still light out. It brings to mind this classic poem.

Bed in Summer BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?