Classic Poem

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 growling for a bone.

I'm sitting up, and Nurse has made
Me wear a woolly shawl —
I wish I was not so afraid:
It's horrid to be small.

It really feels quite like a day
Since I have had my tea;
P'raps everybody's gone away,
And just forgotten me.

And, oh, I cannot go to sleep,
Although I am in bed;
The wind keeps going — creepy creep —
And waiting to be fed.