My change-it 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?

Bed at noon

By Nichole Unruh

In bed I get up at night and dress in yellow pjs.

In the other rooms are quite sleepers, I have to go to bed by noon.

I have to go to the window and see the birds singing their songs, or hear the four year old kids’ feet

Still jumping on the trampoline across the street.

And does it not seem like it time to sleep,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should hate it so much to sleep,

To have go to bed by noon?