What I Would Do

If one day my nurse should say
Just before my lunch or tea,
"Oh, yesterday quite by mistake
I gave your mug and plate away"
It would not trouble me
And I know where I'd eat:

Off a stone;
A nice and flat and
Smooth white stone,
I'd eat off that and
Drink from harebells —
(I guess twenty
Filled with milk
Would be plenty.)

And if one night my mother said
Just before the lights were lit,
"Oh, yesterday quite by mistake
I gave away your little bed,"
I would be glad of it!

And I know where I'd sleep:

Up in the hay
Where it's nice and warm and
Twice last year
Some kittens were born and
THAT'S where I'd sleep
In the sweet and musty
Hay and get
My hair all dusty.