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 growing for a bone.

...

it really feels quite like a day

since i have had my tea;

p'raps everybody's gone away

and just forgotten me

...

( a day in bed - katherine mansfield. )