Up into the cherry tree Who else should climb in there but little me I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on spacious foreign lands
I saw the next door garden lie Adorned with plants before my eyes I gazrd for the first time And many pleasant places more I'd never seen before I saw the dimpling river pass The sky's blu looking glass Thr dusty roads go up and down With people trampling into town
The wind was wild it could'nt seem to get it's fill of fun It puffed: « I'm in a perfect gale » Then roared about the pun Panting hard, it hurried home and weary went to bed « What lovely games we had today the world and I » it said
If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see To where the grown-up river slips Into the vast deep ocean among the ships
I often wonder if I know I have gone to sleep When I climb trees so high And one look down And get the creepy feeling if I were pushed I'd be free as a bee The sights that I could see