have so many things to do,
I don't know when I shall be through.
To-day 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 greener 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!