Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And pleasant place more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass,
The dusty roads go up and down,
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and father I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships.
To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
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