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 pa**
The sky's blu looking gla**
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