Springing out of bed, a little boy races across the landing and launches himself on to mum’s bed.
“Is it time?”
“Too early, go back to bed. Please.”
Bouncing back to his room, he tells all his toys that today is the day, and they are all invited.
At breakfast he asks, “Is it time?”
At lunch he asks, “Is it time?”
At tea-time there’s a knock at the door.
Mum calls, “It’s time.”
But her little boy doesn’t hear.
He’s fallen asleep, in his smart shirt, with an arm round bear and his party hat slipping over his eyes.