The Little Land

When at home alone I sit.

And am very tired of it.

I have just to shut my through go sailing to the skies

To go sailing far away.

To the pleasant land of play.

To the fairyland afar.

Where the little people are.Where the clover, top are trees.

And the rain, pools are the seas. And the leaves like a little ship.

Sail about on tiny trips. And above the daisy tree.

Through the grasses.High overhead bumblebee.

Hums and passes.

When my eyes I once again open and see all the things plain,

High bare wall, great big floor,

Great big knobs on the drawer and door.

Great big people perched on chairs.

Stitching tucks and mending tears.

Each was a hill that I could climb.

Talking nonsense all the time.

O dear me that I could be.

Sailor in the rain, pool sea. the climber on the clover, tree.

And just, come back a sleepy head. Late at night to go to bed.