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