Bed in Summer

Last night, the Mister stayed at his brother's house due to a late evening in the city--he works only 5 minutes from my brother-in-law's home.  Since Daddy wasn't coming home, we skipped nap times yesterday and had an early bed time.  This is something I used to always do when Daddy worked a job that had him out of town several times a year but the kids are not familiar with the practice anymore.  I remembered and recited the following poem for the little dears though I don't think they were fooled, not the two oldest ones anyway.

Bed in Summer
~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?