JUST at the edge of the night and the morning, <br />Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed, <br />A sweet little laugh is her musical warning <br />That day time is here and the night time is fled. <br />And I am so sleepy, and I am so weary, <br />I want to doze on for an hour or two more, <br />But Little Miss Six O'clock, bright-eyed and cheery, <br />Has come to announce that the sleep time is o'er. <br /> <br />Little Miss Six O'clock, that's what I call her, <br />As brim full of fun as a rose is of dew; <br />And as sweet as a rose, only plumper and taller, <br />Comes to announce that the night time is through. <br />Smiles that are brighter than May sunbeams dancing <br />Already out there on the velvety lawn, <br />Over the counterpane bounding and prancing, <br />Little Miss Six O'clock heralds the morn. <br /> <br />'Wake up, lazy daddy 1 wake up, it is day time!' <br />She shouts in my ear as she tickles my nose, <br />'Wake up, lazy daddy! it's morning and play time!' <br />Then she tickles my ribs with her little pink _toes. <br />For a minute or more I pretend to be sleeping, <br />Till over her face comes the trace of a pout, <br />And Little Miss Six O'clock shows signs of weeping, <br />Then 'O, my goodness, is that you?' I shout. <br /> <br />We bounce and we roll and bump and jump, <br />And under the covers I hide away, <br />And I pretend I 'm an old tree stump <br />Out in the woods where the fairies play. <br />I've forgotten that I was a tired old dad <br />Who wanted to sleep, and I 'm trouble free; <br />And every morning my heart is glad <br />When Little Miss Six O'clock comes to me.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-miss-six-o-clock/
