THE time in school is twice as long Because I hear that bluebird's song. He sits right out there on a tree, And doesn't have to work, like me. He's better dressed than I am, too. His clean new suit is shiny blue, The big tie in the front is red. There's nothing on his feet, or head! I wish I felt as good as he, Singing and swinging on a tree! I should, if I were climbing there With that wind blowing through my hair! Why can't grown people do the sums And write big words that cramp our thumbs And let us go out-doors and play On every single sunny day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE by THOMAS HARDY DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |