In summer I am glad
WE children are so small,
For we can see a thousand things
That men can't see at all.
They don't know much about the moss
And all the stones they pass;
They never lie and play among
The forests in the grass.
They walk about a long way off;
And, when we're at the sea,
Let father stoop as best he can
He can't find things like me.
But when the snow is on the ground,
And all the puddles freeze,
I wish that I were very tall,
High up above the trees.
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