The Busy Child

I have so many things to do,

I don't know when I shall be through:

Today I had to watch the rain,

Come sliding down the window pane.

And I was humming all the time,

Around my head, a kind of rhyme;

And blowing softly on the glass

To see the dimness come and pass.

I made a picture, with my breath

Rubbed out to show the underneath

I built a city on the floor,

And then I went and was a War

And I escaped from square to square

That's greenest on the carpet there,

Until at last I came to Us:

But it was very dangerous,

Because if I had stepped outside,

I made believe I should have died!

And now I have the boat to mend,

And all our supper to pretend.

I am so busy ev 'ry day,

I haven't any time to play.