And so he started tugging hard
To put it back again
Upon the fire, when Anna woke
And gave a cry of pain!
“You naughty little imp,” she cried,
“Just leave my foot alone!”
And in a trice the imp had jumped
And up the chimney flown!
So when you’re sitting by the fire,
It’s better, on the whole,
To keep awake, in case that imp
Should think your shoes are coal!
[PUT TO BED]
The sun is shining hot and bright,
The gardener’s mowing grass,
He’s doing it with all his might,
I hear his footsteps pass.
Nurse put me here in bed alone
Because I’ve not been good;
I think her heart is hard as stone—
I didn’t think she would.
I haven’t been so very bad,
I’ll tell you what I’ve done.
I took a pencil that I had,
A lovely orange one.
I drew a splendid pattern round
The dining room and hall,
And trees that grew up from the ground,
Right up the nursery wall.
I’d started on a giant’s head,
I know just how they’re made,
When Nurse came in, so cross and red,
It made me feel afraid.
I never had behaved, she said,
So wickedly before;
She made me go upstairs to bed,
And then she banged the door.